Where did the time go? As crazy as it sounds, it’s been 381
days since my last blog post, and to be honest, I feel like I’ve cheated a lot
of you for it. Over the last year my life took some incredible turns, all of
which were certainly for the better. For starters, I’m back where I belong in Oakland, California.
The last time I had been fortunate enough to call this city (area) home was
when back in 1985 at the ripe age of two-years-old. And as unbelievable as this
may sound, I still remember the mornings waking up to the sound of traffic
rolling by on I-580 and the cool crispness of the air wafting through the open
window of my bedroom. Anytime I came back to visit my grandparents, roll
through on a family vacation or even just drove down on a random weekend while
I was attending the University of Oregon, a feeling of unexplainable joy always
washed over me as if I had just returned home from a long journey. To those of
you who I have become closer friends with over the last year, I am truly
grateful. You have all made Angie and my important decision to truly start our
lives together the best we could have made. And for that, this is probably the
biggest reason why I needed to restart my blog. Thank you.
As candid as I was throughout the first 225 or so posts
speckled throughout 2013, I feel this is as good of any time to be perfectly
frank and explain why it’s taken me so long to get back to this thing that I
love to do so much. I guess for starters I should point out what I actually
accomplished in 2013 with my blog and the articles I compiled for eDraft
Sports. First the blog. I know I’ve pointed this out in a few of my posts, but
my overall mission was to form a habit of writing every single day. When I had
started my posts they were roughly 2-3 pages long and they primarily comprised
of just the history of the hat and the numbers I marked them up with. As time
wore on I felt more and more comfortable opening up and telling a bit of my own
personal history of my relationship with baseball and the caps and players I
was paying tribute to. As soon as that kicked in my stories became 8-10 page
biopics. Therefore, if you break down he numbers to, let’s say, seven pages per
post times 225 posts you’ll get 1,575 pages. Now, let’s say that the average
book is about 275-300 pages and then divide that into what I wrote and you can
essentially say that I wrote the equivalent of a little over five books. Crazy,
right!? But we’re not done yet. Like I said, I also write for eDraft, which
came out to be 125 articles at roughly 2-3 pages in length. So, do the math
again, three pages times 125 articles equals 375 pages, or another book to
boot. The fact of the matter is that I burned out. I’m willing to bet that I
had written more in that year than in all of my other years combined. As
selfish as it was for me to take a break, I really needed it.
One thing that I should also point out is that around the
time when I stopped writing a post every single day (June 13, 2013), I had a
bit of an “oh shit!” moment when I realized that I didn’t have neatly enough
hats to complete the year. Even though I was doing my best to increase my
numbers with what little money I had, I knew there wasn’t going to be any
possible way for me to hit that mark unless I elected to start blowing dudes on
the streets of Portland
for the cash. This was not going to be my legacy. Instead, I tried pacing and
spacing my stories out a bit more until life became a bit too crazy and I need
to focus more on the move and finding a stable job. Long story short (too
late), I have three great jobs, two of which are with my favorite baseball team,
the Oakland Athletics, the other is with one of my favorite hat retailers, Hat
Club; and most importantly, I’m in the city I love with all of my friends and
the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. And now, you get to read
more about all the crazy shit that led up to this moment and every adventure
that comes next. Y’all are in for treat.
It was a bit of a struggle to figure out which hat I was
going to write about, as I obviously have a pretty decent score of stories and
caps to shuffle through now. However, there is one problem that arose a few
months ago which my affect things a bit. The phone that I had won in the MLB Fan
Cave and toured around
the country with, taking every photo over the last two years, died and I can’t
quite figure out how to get the photos off. So, until I can find/hire someone
with the appropriate nerdery levels, we’re all a bit screwed on that one. So, I
decided to roll with one of my most recent cap purchases which also carries
along one of my favorite moments of the 2014 season. At this moment I don’t
even know why I threw in a bit of build up, you obviously knew which cap I was
going to write about based on the photo and title above. Gaaaaahhhhh!!!
Anyway, back on September 7, 2014 the New York Yankees
debuted this cap during the final day of a three-game series against the
eventual American League champion Kansas City Royals, a contest the team would
lose 0-2 with Jeter going 1-3 with a walk. Not exactly the best of days;
however, the real victory on the day was the cap itself. For those who don’t remember, September 22, 2013 was the
first time a patch commemorating the career of a player had been worn on a New
Era Cap, and that honor was bestowed upon Yankee closer, and future Hall of
Famer, Mariano Rivera.
Back then the Yankees wore this patch for the final four
games of their home stand against the San Francisco Giants and the Tampa Bay
Rays. Being the ardent oppositionist of side patches (at the time), I declined
to purchase this cap, and believe me, it’s been biting me in the ass ever
since. The one downside of this occasion was that the Yankees never maintained
a lead for Rivera to get one final save with this on his head. Instead, the
Yankees brought him out of the bullpen in the seventh inning of their final
home game (September 26th) with one out and let him go 1 1/3 before
Jeter and Andy Pettitte came in to take him out of the game, one the finer
moments in the history of the organization.
So presumably, not wanting to face
the same issue as with Rivera, the Yankees elected to use the Jeter patch for
their final home games of the season.
From a business aspect I really can’t blame the Yankees or
New Era for doing this. As simple of a tribute as it is, it’s also an
incredibly ingenious marketing campaign for die hard Yankees fans, cap
collectors or even casual baseball fans. Hell, I broke down and bought it, and
it wasn’t exactly easy. For starters, Hat Club started carrying it in the
middle of September, so I of course requested one for myself and a few of my
co-workers. The one thing I didn’t really expect was that so many of the
customers (non-Yankees fans) would come in asking for one. Being the good guy
that I am I offered the one I had on hold to anyone who came in looking for
that size, something I do for any cap that I put on hold. There are two reasons
that I do this: it’s good for business and it’s the right thing to do, both
have the same end result in that I can easily get another one. What I wasn’t
expecting when I sold it is that I would have to wait an additional two months
for the store to get more in. But, here we are.
Now, there are two stories that I need to tell with this,
one of which I already did back on June 16, 2014 for eDraft. As much as I feel
it would be more appropriate for my blog to just hammer something out, the
reality is that I am incredibly proud of what I already wrote. I rarely take
pride in my own work, but this once was especially important to me to do a
great job at. The second story is about the marking I put on the cap, something
I will never forget for as long as I continue to follow this amazing game.
It almost seems
fitting to start with this moment as it took place 25 years and two-and-a-half
weeks ago. It was May 29, 1989; a six-year-old boy from California
watched one of his baseball heroes sobbingly announce his retirement from the
game he loved during a press conference in San Diego. That player was Philadelphia Phillies’ Hall of Fame third
baseman Mike Schmidt, a player who I had grown a great affinity for through my
older brother Adam who had been following and idolizing Schmidt since before I
was born. I didn’t really know it or understand it at the time, but that was the
first moment I can pinpoint when I witnessed one of the game’s greatest players
call it quits. As the years wore on and my love for baseball grew, I saw more
of my heroes (Gary Carter, Eddie Murray, Nolan Ryan, Robin Yount, Paul Molitor,
etc.) lose the magic they once exemplified as their time to walk away from the
game came to fruition. Looking back on all of those names and dates, it almost
feels like a dream as the majority of these guys had their best years long
before I was old enough to comprehend what I was watching or before I was even
a thought in my parents’ minds. For the time that I was lucky enough to be
given, even to see most of the greats in their broken down years, I am truly
grateful to say that some time somewhere, I saw them play.
1995 was an especially
trying year for baseball fans. An overwhelming majority felt jilted by the
players, owners, the powers that be for Major League Baseball and especially
former executive director of the MLB Player’s Association Donald Fehr after the
player’s strike of 1994 cancelled the remaining two months of that season as
well as the playoffs which potentially could have pitted the lowly and now
defunct Montreal Expos against the New York Yankees for what could have been
longtime Bronx favorite Don Mattingly’s first trip to the postseason. As
disheartening as it was to most fans to finally feel and see the dollar sign
pressed into their faces, there were a few memorable moments to take away from
the ’95 season: Cal Ripken, Jr. broke Yankee legend Lou Gehrig’s consecutive
games played record on September 6th, the Atlanta Braves won their
only World Series title with the likes of soon-to-be Hall of Famers Greg
Maddux, Tom Glavine and Chipper Jones, and on May 29th, six years to
the date after Schmidt gave his tearful goodbye to the game he loved, a
20-year-old kid from Kalamazoo, Michigan donned the Yankee pinstripes for his
first game in the Majors.
##Derek Jeter## was
born in Pequannock Township, New Jersey but
was later moved to Michigan where he played his
high school ball at Kalamazoo
Central High
School. Between his sophomore and senior years
Jeter hit .524. During his senior year he clubbed four home runs, drove in 23
runs, swiped 12 bags in 12 attempts and only struck out once. The folks at the University of Michigan didn’t hesitate to offer Jeter
a full ride scholarship. Nor should they have. That season (1992) Jeter went on
to win the Kalamazoo Area B'nai B'rith Award for Scholar Athlete, the 1992 High
School Player of the Year Award from the American Baseball Coaches Association,
the 1992 Gatorade High School Player of the Year award, and USA Today's High School Player of the
Year. The only thing keeping Jeter from moving on to the college ranks was the
lure of making big bucks in the Majors, something two teams, the Yankees and
the Houston Astros, were willing to shell out if they were able to draft and
sign him.
As a scout for the Houston Astros, Hal Newhouser, a Hall of Famer in 1992 and
Michigan
native, evaluated Jeter extensively prior to the 1992 Draft. The Astros held
the first overall pick and Newhouser, convinced that Jeter would anchor a
winning team, lobbied team management to select Jeter. However, the Astros
feared that Jeter would insist on a salary bonus of at least $1 million to
forgo his college scholarship for a professional contract. Consequently, the
Astros passed on him in the draft, instead choosing Cal-State Fullerton
outfielder Phil Nevin, who signed with Houston
for $700,000. Newhouser felt so strongly about Jeter's potential that he quit
his job with the Astros in protest after they ignored his drafting advice. The
Yankees, who selected sixth, also rated Jeter highly. Yankees scout Dick Groch,
assigned to scout in the Midwest, watched Jeter participate in an all-star camp
held at Western Michigan University.
Though Yankees officials were concerned that Jeter would attend college and
forgo the opportunity to sign a professional contract, Groch convinced them to
select him. Regarding the possibility that Jeter would attend Michigan,
Groch said "the only place Derek Jeter's going is to Cooperstown.”
The second through fifth picks were Paul Shuey, B. J. Wallace (who never played
in the majors), Jeffrey Hammonds, and Chad Mottola (125 career MLB
at-bats and over 5,000 at-bats at AAA); those five would combine for a grand
total of 2 All-Star Game appearances (Nevin and Hammonds). The Yankees drafted
Jeter, who chose to turn professional, signing for $800,000. And the rest, as
they say is history. Well, there’s a little more to it than that.
When Jeter made his
debut in 1995 he only played in a total of 15 games as an occasional
replacement for Tony Fernandez. Despite hitting .250 (12 hits in 48 at-bats)
and knocking in seven runs, the Yankees left him off of their postseason
roster. The three things to note from the Yankees making the playoffs this year
with their 79-65 record are these: the Yankees were the first American League
team to win a Wild Card spot, this was Mattingly’s first and only trip to the
playoffs and the Yankees upended by the Seattle Mariners in Game Five which is
still considered one of the most memorable playoff games in MLB history. But
what happened for the Yankees after the American League Division Series ended
is truly what makes Jeter… well, Jeter and the Yankees the most hated team in
North American sports.
In 1996 the Yankees
stopped “fooling around” by firing then-manager Buck Showalter and replacing
him with Joe Torre. George “The Boss” Steinbrenner and his General Manager Bob
Watson began making key signings to the likes of eventual Hall of Famer Wade
Boggs and Cecil Fielder, but most important they made sure Jeter stayed up at
the top level. That season Jeter easily won the AL Rookie of the Year Award
with a .314 average, 183 total hits, 78 RBI, 10 home runs and 104 runs scored.
And then of course that was that whole winning the World Series thing, the
team’s first since 1978, but that really wasn’t that big of a deal. What was a
big deal was when Jeter and the Yankees went on to win the Series every year from
1998-2000, becoming the first three-peat champions since the Oakland Athletics (1972-1974). Unfortunately
for Jeter and the Yankees, the new millennium wasn’t as prosperous as the
previous as they would only go on to win one World Series title (2009) in the
three trips they made (2001, 2003 and 2009). Regardless, a five-ringed Jeter in
his 20 years of service is still pretty remarkable, and I haven’t even really
scratched the surface of the individual feats he accomplished.
In 20 seasons,
including his 15 games in 1995, Jeter’s lifetime average currently sits at
.312, which based on the math and at-bats means that the only way he’ll finish
with a sub-.300 average is if he goes hitless in his next 430 at-bats. Do you
have any idea how hard that would be for a player of his caliber? Moving on;
from 2004-2010 Jeter won five Gold Glove Awards. It could have been more had it
not been for the likes of Omar Vizquel owning the 1990s when it came to superb
infield defense. As of now Jeter has been an All-Star 13 times, but it is more
than likely that he will make his 14th appearance this next month in
Minnesota. As trivial as the All-Star Game may seem in regard to stats, Jeter
actually has/had a distinctive mark in the record books. Even though the
All-Star Game has been played since the 1933 season, the MVP Award didn’t
become a thing until 1962. Even stranger, until Jeter won the MVP Award at the
2000 All-Star Game behind his three hits and two RBI, no Yankee had won the
award previously. On top of that, no player had won the All-Star Game MVP and
the World Series MVP in the same season until Jeter did it that season, and no
player has done it since. But I think the most remarkable accolade that Jeter
has not yet gotten his mitts on has to be his lack of a season MVP Award, the
closest of which he came in 2006 with a career-high .343 average, 214 total
hits, 118 runs scored, 14 home runs, 39 doubles and 97 RBI. Who did he lose to?
Justin Morneau, by the thinnest of margins (three first place votes). Jeter
also holds the Yankee record for most games played at 2,661 as of June 15,
2014, which is 260 games more than the next closest, Mickey Mantle.
You know, in all of
this Jeter talk I feel like I’m forgetting something… Oh yah!.. that whole
3,000-hit thing. I saved this for last on purpose because it carries a lot more
weight than most fans realize. In the history of Major League Baseball there
have been only 28 players of the scores who have played the game to reach this
milestone. Of the 28, only four remain out of the Hall of Fame: Jeter, Peter
Rose (of course), Rafael Palmeiro (a self-inflicted tragedy) and Craig Biggio
(which makes absolutely no sense). Of those 28 players only Boggs and Jeter
have notched their 3,000th hit on a home run. Of the 28, I’ve been
lucky enough to watch 12 of them hit number 3,000. Of the 28, Jeter is the only
member of the Yankees to accomplish this feat. This stat in particular is truly
the most mind-boggling especially when you look back on all of the great
hitters who have donned the pinstripes since they were first added to the
uniform in 1912. The next closest Yankee, and when I say this I mean they
played their entire career with the Yankees, is Gehrig at 2,721. Even though
##Ichiro Suzuki## is only 219 hits away from 3,000 himself, his number would
not count in the Yankee record books in the same light of what Jeter has
accomplished and is still adding to.
Despite all of the
awards, the accomplishments and the fruit baskets he’s dished out over the
years, the one thing (maybe two) that comes to mind when one has to think of a
defining moment throughout his career that future generations can get a rough
understanding of his greatness came on the night of October 13, 2001 in the
bottom of the seventh inning of Game Three of the ALDS. At this point I’d
really like to break the fourth wall and establish something that is very
important to what has been read and what will continue to be read: I’m and
Athletics fans, just in case you didn’t know that already. I bring this up
because up until this point I feel I’ve done a fair job of capturing and
presenting an unbiased retrospect on Jeter’s career. Had a Yankee fan written
this, there may be a bit more embellishment. Had a Boston Red Sox fan written
this you’d probably see a lot more blathering; however, the one thing that is
FOR CERTAIN is that with the exception of the Baltimore Orioles, there is not a
single fan base that has a legitimate reason to hate Jeter, let alone the
Yankees, as much as Athletics fans do. Red Sox fans, you have three World
Series title in the last ten years, shut it. Orioles fans, your real beef
should be with Jeffery Maier and the shoddy right field umpiring work of Richie
Garcia. But for this moment, the moment that defines Jeter as “The Captain,”
Athletics fans will always have a sour taste in their mouths. “The flip,” as
it’s come to be known occurred with two outs in the bottom of the seventh
inning with Jeremy Giambi on first base, Terrence Long at bat and the Yankees
holding on to a 1-0 lead which came via solo home run by Jorge Posada in the
top of the fifth inning. The other important thing to know is that the
Athletics were up 2-0 in the best of five series having beaten the Yankees in New York. Anyway, with a
2-2 count Long ripped a sure double down the right field line and Giambi did
what he could to peddle around the bases. Off of a whim, then-third base coach
Ron Washington decided to send Giambi home. Then-right fielder Shane Spencer
tossed the ball from deep-right field into the infield, which barely made it
beyond first base. At some point Jeter took quick note that the ball wasn’t
going to make it home to Posada so he took action into his own hands by running
over to the first base line to retrieve it and flip it to Posada. Giambi, for
whatever reason, opted to keep running as opposed to sliding. In the end,
Posada got the ball from Jeter, made a swipe tag and home plate umpire Kerwin
Danley made the punch out call. Most Athletics fans you talk to are still
convinced Posada didn’t apply the tag. Regardless, the out call was made, the
Yankees won that game 1-0 and eventually came back to win the series in five
games. The aftermath was then made into a book and eventual film called
Moneyball, you may have heard of them. From that moment on, like a lot of my
fellows Athletics fans, I hated Jeter (as a player).
As a now employee of
the Athletics I am lucky enough to have access to certain facilities and
section of the Oakland
Coliseum. While I cannot and will not discuss what my actual job is, the one
thing I can tell you is that I found myself face-to-face with Jeter before his
final game in Oakland.
It’s been almost 13 years since that damn play and I have long since gotten
over it, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t still think about it. After he took
some swings in the batting cage my co-worker and I were fortunate enough to be
able to say a few words with him before he headed out into the field. The only
thing that I could muster out; really, the only thing that mattered was to tell
him, “thank you for a brilliant career.” In response, he looked me in the eye
with those deep-blue, lady killing eyes, shook my hand and said, “I truly
appreciate that.”
I can honestly say
that it’s going to be a sad day when the final day comes for Jeter, much like
the highly emotional goodbye that I witnessed of Schmidt’s 25 years ago. There
are very few who have played the game with the determination, leadership and
class that Jeter has displayed for almost a quarter century. In this age of
speculation and vendettas I am truly happy to look back on the 27 years of
being a baseball fan and be able to say, “I saw a legend from beginning to
end.” I can only hope the next generation of fans will be so lucky to say the
same thing.
Clearly there are a few stats that need to be updated: Jeter
ended up playing in his 14th All-Star Game, at which he probably
should have won the MVP Award for, his 3,465 career hits are not only still the
most in Yankees history, but he is now sixth all-time for career hits in MLB
history, just 49 away from Hall of Famer Tris Speaker. Realistically, if Jeter
played one more full season he could easily surpass Speaker. Pretty wild to
think about.
9/25/14: This was a pretty easy decision. Despite all the accomplishments Jeter racked up throughout his career, his final game at Yankee Stadium was too amazing of a night to pass up and not say anything about. To be honest, I really didn’t have any intention of watching the game and I really can’t think of what I was flipping back-and-forth to in between Jeter’s at-bats, but what I really remember started when he took the field in the first inning.
In some way Jeter had always come off as a bit robotic to
me, in that his mind was always in the game. Whether he made an amazing catch,
turned a great double play or even biffed a ball off of his glove, Jeter went
immediately back into the zone, awaiting the next play. At the moment when all
the fans started chanting his name over and over and over, the reality clearly
set in upon Jeter’s face. You could clearly tell that he was fighting back some
serious emotions, and of course, like with a lot of you, a tear or two welled
up in my eyes. But Jeter, tough as nails, fought through it and put on a
display that truly defined his character.
Every at-bat the man saw was spectacular, knocking in Brett
Gardner is his first plate appearance of the game to give the Yankees a 1-0
lead over the Orioles, and even the seventh inning bases loaded two-run error
he forced. However, it was his final curtain call in the bottom of the ninth
inning with the game now tied up at five each thanks to David Robertson’s blown
save at the top of the inning which made the baseball world explode. Hell, my
words can’t even do it justice, just watch it.
As I mentioned in my eDraft article, it’s kind of weird to
think that this generation and those that follow may never experience a player
of Jeter’s caliber accumulate a Hall of Fame career having played for the same team who drafted them.
Only time and money will tell, I suppose.