Fans, friends, and followers as we head into the finality of fall I don’t think October will be the same without Jeter in pinstripes. All those years, all those games, all those playoff evenings with the backdrop of an early New York night behind him on my television.
There are many detractors to the Jeter era of baseball, likely because men and women coming of age in the early nineties would prefer to associate their personal histories to more majestic names like Ruth, Gehrig, Mantle, Berra or DiMaggio who all seem more valuable because they’re cast through the romantic lens of history.
"Jeter" is as close as most of us will get to the kind of era those monumental names represent. Which is ok by me, because I expect that once time works its magic on the Jeter age, he’ll likely be the envy of generations to come as they put the careers of the stars that belong to their daily experience in doubt and the whole process starts over again. The past makes everything seem more precious than it really is.
So I ask you dear friends, fans and followers, to remember, as this final run of games unfolds for the Captain, that the past is happening right now.