Friday, May 30, 2014
Rick Reilly drinks quart of maple syrup, then writes column on Jeter: "He was a kind of prince in baseball cleats, George Clooney in pinstripes, the guy every woman wanted to bring home to mom, and very few did. He was humble and handsome and yet hard to hate."
Posted by el duque at 12:38 PM
How he was loved! In a league full of bloated steroid cheats, he kept the same body, the same weight, the same helmet size. In a game full of bat-flipping prima donnas, he ran out every ground ball, hard. In a world of my-agent-doesn't-want-me-to-play multimillionaires, he played hurt more than we know. "Most of the time, he wasn't 100 percent," Posada said. "He'd come out of spring training and tell me, 'I'm already hurting,' but he wouldn't tell anybody else. He just kept going."
Never mind that he's right. Pour me a drink.
Reilly goes so overboard that he's already spawned knock-offs and rebuttals.
This is what happens on off-days. The Yankees should never have off-days.