Yankeetorial: This guy Jeter might be pretty good someday

Guy told me a story yesterday about meeting Jeter. He's on vacation, returning from golf. He finds his wife sunning on a deck chair, about five feet away from Jeter. (Jeet is skinnier than you'd expect.) He whispers to his wife, "THAT'S FUCKING DEREK JETER." She'd sat four hours beside him, never noticed. Also, she'd been getting pie-eyed. Naturally, she acosted Jeter. The guy was pleasant. A pro. Gracious. He was willing to trade four hours of privacy for a slobbering drunk woman's half-baked advances.

A few more hits last night. Another six-game hitting streak. Those Ivy League profs with the defense software? They're on sabatical in Samoa.

If Joe Mauer gets swine flu, this could be the year.

He's got Minka on Friday Nights. He's got Damon hitting behind him. (Why did it take two years to put Damon behind him?) He's got ARod absorbing media. He's got the Redsocks imploding. He's got fast baserunners hitting ninth. (Why did it take 10 years to get fast baserunners?)

If Joe Mauer stubbs his toe, this could be the year.

Jeter has always set the standard. Like that drunk woman in the sunseat, we've practically become oblivious to his greatness.

This could be the year.