If you close your eyes and listen closely, you can hear the voice of famed PA announcer Bob Sheppard echoing across Yankee Stadium.
“Now batting for the Yankees, number two, Derek Jeter. Number two.”
If that doesn’t bring you back, nothing will.
It’s the beautiful part of baseball — that it’s the game of our youth— a game that most of us played as we grew up. We all had our favorite players. From Sandy Koufax to Mickey Mantle, to Ken Griffey Jr. Every little kid during every era of baseball had one special player they looked up to.
For many of my generation, it was Jeter.
I remember having knock-down-drag-out fights with the kids of the neighborhood on who the best shortstop in the game was. Remember, when Jeter was playing, there were a few shortstops in the league that rivaled him. Alex Rodriguez was the best hitter, Nomar Garciaparra was the best “pure shortstop,” and Jeter had the most rings.
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