Francesspool just whizzed through a piperazine, cover to cover…just to stay awake for this!
With his superlative and suspicious season (according to Skip Bayless), Derek Jeter is climbing the rungs of history. His latest feat, passing Willie Mays on the hit list, has placed him closer to the Mt. Rushmore of Yankees, if not immortals.
And it seems each show on WFAN doubles as a symposium on Jeter’s place in Yankees history, if not immortals.
This is where the debate becomes dubious. For all his splendor, clutch hits, catches and throws, Jeter has the serendipity of doing it as a Yankee and the misfortune of doing it as a Yankee. Had Jeter done this for any other team he’d be the best player in franchise history. But as a Yankee, I’m sorry to say he’s not among the top five pinstriped deities.
...Jeter has his 3,000 hits, a .300 average, a gold glove or two, five rings and a partridge in a pear tree. But he’s NOT BABE RUTH. He’s NOT LOU GEHRIG. He’s NOT JOE DIMAGGIO. He’s NOT MICKEY MANTLE.
What do those men have in common, sans Jeter? They dominated their sport. Jeter never even won an MVP, nor did he even finish second in the voting.
...And stop putting us pundits, writers, reporters, columnists and commentators in the eternally awkward position of picking at Jeter. It should be enough that he’s an immortal, his bronze bust assured five years to the second after he retires, both in the Bronx and Cooperstown, his number retired from Monument to Yellowstone Park.
If you want those of us who eulogized Jeter last year to apologize, you got it. I’m sorry. But to bend the other way and embalm the man in faerie dust is equally misguided. He’s human. I shook the man’s hand. And unlike Mr. Bayless, I never questioned the ingredients in Jeter’s newfound fountain of youth. He’s just that great. But just not the greatest.
Posted: September 14, 2012 at 06:34 PM | 72 comment(s)
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