I am a tremendous NYYankee fan......and, at one time, felt that way about Derek Jeter.
That ended when he took back the ball offered by Christian Lopez, when he should have declined same and told Lopez to make a fortune on Ebay with the ball.
In any case, I feel my epithany about Jeter was ahead of the curve....pun intended.
Excellent and revealing article that must be read by Jeter fans, and those who are no longer Jeter fans.
"Inside the Derek Jeter-Brian Cashman feud that festered for years before Stanton heist"
While Cashman insists that he liked Jeter as a player, it isn’t entirely clear that he means it. Or maybe it’s fairer to say that there were two Derek Jeters — the happy-go-lucky kid from Kalamazoo who came up at twenty-one and seduced the sport with his cool-hand poise, that gift for the big play on the grand stage, and the thirty-something Jeter who became somewhat hardened by fame. Treated like a civic institution in New York — worshiped by the faithful in their Jumpman-branded garb, teenage fan-girls rocking RE2PECT tank tops, and adored and protected by the tabloid scolds who trolled other stars on Page Six — he somehow remembered every slight and provocation. Jeter grew distant from writers who dared to notice that he couldn’t get around on a good fastball. His initial coldness toward Alex Rodríguez was as stark as it was cruel: there was that graceless moment in 2006 when a routine pop fly somehow fell between them. Jeter, hands on hips, glared daggers at A-Rod, emasculating him on national TV. That Derek Jeter wasn’t fun to general-manage — or to have playing behind you when you pitched.
https://nypost.com/2019/03/20/insid...that-festered-for-years-before-stanton-heist/
That ended when he took back the ball offered by Christian Lopez, when he should have declined same and told Lopez to make a fortune on Ebay with the ball.
In any case, I feel my epithany about Jeter was ahead of the curve....pun intended.
Excellent and revealing article that must be read by Jeter fans, and those who are no longer Jeter fans.
"Inside the Derek Jeter-Brian Cashman feud that festered for years before Stanton heist"
While Cashman insists that he liked Jeter as a player, it isn’t entirely clear that he means it. Or maybe it’s fairer to say that there were two Derek Jeters — the happy-go-lucky kid from Kalamazoo who came up at twenty-one and seduced the sport with his cool-hand poise, that gift for the big play on the grand stage, and the thirty-something Jeter who became somewhat hardened by fame. Treated like a civic institution in New York — worshiped by the faithful in their Jumpman-branded garb, teenage fan-girls rocking RE2PECT tank tops, and adored and protected by the tabloid scolds who trolled other stars on Page Six — he somehow remembered every slight and provocation. Jeter grew distant from writers who dared to notice that he couldn’t get around on a good fastball. His initial coldness toward Alex Rodríguez was as stark as it was cruel: there was that graceless moment in 2006 when a routine pop fly somehow fell between them. Jeter, hands on hips, glared daggers at A-Rod, emasculating him on national TV. That Derek Jeter wasn’t fun to general-manage — or to have playing behind you when you pitched.
https://nypost.com/2019/03/20/insid...that-festered-for-years-before-stanton-heist/
