
at claiming to be a Yankee fan but not understanding why anybody would want to be on-hand for Jeter's last game in Yankee Stadium.
Maybe they don't want to be reminded that this probably wouldn't be the Yankees last home game of the season if Jeter had retired last year instead of waiting until now.
I've made this comment before, and I know it sounds like Yankee fan arrogance but it's really the opposite.
I've seen the Yankees win five titles with Jeter. I grew up watching them struggle and fail to make the playoffs in the 80's and bumble their way through the early 90's. Obviously that wasn't anywhere near as bad as being say, a Pirates or Royals fan so you can all save the mocking woe is me jokes...but I do remember the bad times. If someone would have told 13-year-old Michael Brown that a player would be coming up within the next few years that would lead the team to 5 championships in 20 years and be a Hall of Famer and just basically be everything you wanted him to be, and there would be four guys who basically did it all together for two decades, I wouldn't care if they lost in his last season. And i still don't.
To me, last year and this year were as much about honoring what Mo and Jeter have meant to the team as winning. Do all Yankee fans agree with me? Of course not. Most people coldly care only about the current season and winning and all that. And that's actually the RIGHT way to think about it. I get it. But call me sentimental, but this is the end of an era and I care a lot more about seeing Jeter one last season than I do about winning another ring. Fans of the Indians would probably call me a d-bag now for eschewing a chance at a championship. And for sure, I'm not trying to say it's old hat. But once you see your team win once, and see it in person, and go to the parade, at least for me...what's important kinda shifts. You get attached to these guys, and they're in your living room or in person for two decades. You have memories of going to every Friday night game since you can remember, feeling the walls shake at the old place, going bananas every time Enter Sandman played, or believing that Jeter was going to get a big hit every single time he came up. I'm 35 now, and the next round of core Yankee players is likely to be young enough to be my kids (and probably aren't even in the organization yet). You don't "look up" to players who are 22 years old when you're middle aged yourself, so it'll totally feel different. Jeter and Mariano represent the last batch of Yankee superstars that will ever feel larger than life to me.
Of course I want the team to win, but I like to have more of a connection than just cheering for another ring at all costs. One of my favorite Yankee teams of all time is 2001, a year they didn't even win. That team gave me more memories over the course of a few weeks than most of the others did over six months. One of my favorite memories in all my years at the stadium was Mo's sendoff last year, a game we lost in a season where we failed to make the playoffs.