I want to preface this post by making it clear that I’m not a Yankees hater. Sure, I hate Yankees fans but I could say the same for just about every fanbase. Now that I’ve lost you, let’s get to why we’re here. The Jeter ceremony and everything that came with it really bummed me out.
For me, it marks the end of a baseball era. If you’re between 25-30 years old you understand this feeling of not watching Jeter not put on the pinstripes more than most. It’s not just the fact that Derek Jeter doesn’t play baseball anymore, it’s that the entire generation of players he played with no longer plays baseball anymore as well. Those are the players that convinced me baseball was the shit, and now those are the players that are making me feel old as fuck.
Beyond that, this was another reminder that the Yankees have a ridiculous history. There were more World Series rings on that field last night than “Now That’s What I Call Music” CD’s. And I checked, that’s not an old reference because they’re still making those stupid things. After realizing how much that generation (the Petites, Posadas, O’Neills, Jeters, of the world) have won, you remember that every other generation of Yankees has been just as, if not more successful. No matter which team you root for and no matter how successful that team is in the moment, all Yankees fans have to say is “that’s cute” and point to their 27 World Series banners,
I’m glad Jeter will still be part of the game, if only as the quiet owner of a team no one cares about. But I could’ve done without the depression that came after his ceremony concluded. At least the Yankees got smoked to give us a little relief, but we can’t even enjoy it too much because the only response we’ll from those damn Yankees fans is “that’s cute.”