…like I am 11 years old again. I am at the “new” Yankee Stadium (which is actually now the old Yankee Stadium which had just been renovated). I am beholding a world of marvels. The players are gods. I have my baseball glove on.
…gratified that I have invested so much of my life in this particular sports team.
…historically significant. I will be able to tell my grandchildren and great-grandchildren that I saw Derek play many times. I feel like my grandfather who told me that he had seen Babe Ruth play.
…validated in my concept of leadership through good example.
…like I could be friends with this man if given the opportunity.
…gratified that I got to see this man emerge as a fresh, raw young player and develop into a superstar, while delivering a consistently successful performance over the course of the past 15 years or so.
…a contact high nearly every time he is at the plate.
…slightly less cynical about professional sports and the obscenely extravagant sums of money paid out to men who play children’s games.
…even prouder to be American.
…wise in that I knew that this player would become the tremendous star that he is.
…entitled to brag.
…secure in the knowledge that Jeter will be inducted into the National Baseball Hall of Fame in the first year of his eligibility.
…that he is truly my Captain.
…more certain in Walt Whitman’s pronouncement,“I see great things in baseball. It’s our game – the American game.”