Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Derek Jeter: The Greatest Player of his Generation

With the sixth pick of the 1992 Major League Baseball draft the New York Yankees selected a tall, scrawny shortstop out of a Midwest high school. Over the course of the next 22 years that scrawny kid became a five time world champion, a 14-time all-star, captain of the winningest franchise in professional sports and the face of Major League baseball. In that time, though, Derek Jeter also became the greatest player of his generation.

It would be foolish to deny or not discuss that Jeter’s generation of baseball took place mostly during the steroid era. Jeter’s peers were hitting homeruns at incredible paces. They were putting up numbers that had only been reached one time or a handful of times in the history of the game. Players were not playing on an even playing field. For many, it wasn’t fair. But Jeter rose above all of that and played his game to the best of his ability. And because he played it righteously and honestly he ascended to the top of the game and performed at a high level for 20 years.

Jeter came up at a time in baseball where shortstops were becoming not only cornerstone defensive players but they were also becoming the big threats in lineups. His contemporaries at shortstop include players like Nomar Garciaparra and Alex Rodriguez. There was constant conversation about who the best of the three was. Mariners’ fans claimed that A-Rod was because of his power and production. Red Sox fans argued that Nomar was the best. He was the one winning multiple batting titles as well as producing in the heart of the lineup. Jeter didn’t care. He kept his mouth shut and sat in the number two hole of the Yankees lineup and kept hitting. A-Rod switched teams twice, was forced to a new position and got caught up with steroids ending up in a yearlong suspension in 2014. Garciaparra moved teams several times and his career ended in 2009 due to ongoing injuries. Once again, Jeter rose above his contemporaries.

Jeter never put up gaudy numbers. In fact he only reached 20 homeruns thrice and 100 RBI once during his storied career. Jeter was never the American League MVP, although he finished in the top-10 eight different times. Although many experts categorized Jeter as a deficient fielder, he racked up five Gold Gloves. And while Jeter wasn’t a power hitter either four times he brought home the Silver Slugger award. Those numbers aren’t the important ones to Jeter and they aren’t the ones that define who he is.

What defines Jeter is simply his fistful of rings, the five World Series championship teams that he played for. He never cared about accolades, although he has many. He never cared about being on the back pages of newspapers, although he appeared there several times. He never cared about playing in all-star games, although he is about to appear in his 14th. None of that ever mattered to Jeter. All he ever wanted was to hoist the Commissioner’s Trophy and be the last team standing. Jeter was lucky enough to do that five times.

Jeter has played baseball at a high level for so many years. He has worked hard day in and day out to be the best that he could be. By working so hard he became the captain of the most storied franchise in sports. He became the face of our National Pastime. He is now the all-time leader in many New York Yankee categories.

During his 20 year career he may never have been considered the “best” player in the game. But when we look back at the last 20 years of baseball, Derek Jeter will be looked at above every other player and we will all know that scrawny kid from Kalamazoo, MI was the only real MVP.

Friday, July 11, 2014

Open letter to LBJ

Dear LeBron James:

I am one of your biggest critics. I have let it be known to anyone willing to listen that I am far from your biggest fan; I’ve even gone as far as heckling you via Twitter. I know this letter doesn’t mean anything to you and why should it? I’m simply a sports fan, one of many who will probably never have the opportunity shake your hand or say to you, “Nice to meet you.” Experts began clamoring over your immense talent and potential while you were still in high school and when you joined the NBA we quickly learned that those experts were right. You became the “next Jordan” very quickly and I didn’t like that and because of that I didn’t like you. Today that opinion has changed.

I’d like to tell you that I’m only a couple years younger than you. You and I grew up at the same time watching the same basketball stars and both rooting for Michael Jordan and the Chicago Bulls. I’m sure you and I celebrated very similarly as young boys during the Bulls dynasty runs. I’m sure you also shot basketballs pretending to play next to Jordan and Pippen and dreaming of one day winning a championship. For one of us that dream became a reality. Unfortunately I’m 5’8” and was never all that good at basketball. With all that being said, I root against you because you threaten Jordan’s legacy.

Four years ago I disparaged you for joining the Heat and taking the “easy way out.” In the last four years I’ve probably said “Jordan wouldn’t have done that” in regards to something you did probably 1,000 times. And the truth is I will probably say it 1,000 more times in the next four years. I don’t see me rooting for you anytime soon (except during the Olympics) but today with your decision you have turned one of your most fervent detractors into a fan.

I am happy for you. I am happy for Cleveland. I don’t think you should have ever left Cleveland four years ago but you did and that’s in the past. Now you can go home and reconcile with that fan-base. I will still root for the Bulls and root against you because I don’t want you to win six-plus championships and eclipse Jordan. I will still criticize you if you only score eight points in a playoff game. I will still hope that Joakim Noah gets in your face and shuts you down when you’re trying to get to the rim. But I will also applaud you when you deserve it. For me though, most importantly, I will not send you spiteful tweets again because you do not deserve that from anyone, especially not me.

Today I applaud you for doing the right thing. You’re going home and I’m sure there is no better feeling that that. Good Luck to you in all your endeavors.
Now go ahead and tap those Nike’s three times and say, “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home,” because you deserve to.

Sincerely,

Still not your biggest fan—Tim Claro


P.S. Let’s go Bulls!