Time Stood Still With Jeter In Pinstripes

By Jason Klein

Nobody wants to get old.

As long as Derek Jeter kept playing for the Yankees, I didn’t have to.

Watching him play on a nightly basis over the last nineteen years helped prolong my childhood and allowed me to escape Father Time’s inevitable grasp.  His consistent play, stable demeanor, and youthful appearance made me feel like time stood still for two decades.  As long as Jeter wore pinstripes, I’d feel young.

I watched him as a kid & worked with him as an adult.

I watched him as a kid & worked with him as an adult.

Flip on the game and…POOF!  I could be a kid again.

This October, when Derek Jeter walks away from baseball for good, he’ll take a big piece of my childhood along with him.  He’ll also leave behind a franchise in need of a new identity.

Former Yankees Pitcher, and Jeter teammate, Mike Mussina once said: “We can put on the uniform, and we can play in the Stadium, but we’re not the New York Yankees unless Derek Jeter is playing shortstop.”

With Jeter onboard, the Yankees could always be the Yankees of the mid-to-late-90s.  They could be the Bernie-Tino-O’Neill-Posada-Pettitte-Mo Yankees.  With #2 penciled in the lineup, expectations, confidence and accountability would always be high.  No waters ever seemed too choppy, as long as Jeter was the Captain of this pinstriped ship.

He is the final link to the most recent golden era of Yankees baseball – the last “Core 4” member standing.  He helped win four World Series Titles in five seasons.  He made his jump throws, wore his Jumpman, and at times, you believed he’d keep playing, and winning, forever.

He won’t though.  His remarkable career will come to an end after the 2014 season.  The Kalamazoo Kid who never seemed to age, finally did.  It reminds us all of our own mortality.

Nothing lasts forever.  Even if it seems like it might.  If you’re twenty-something, all you know is Derek Jeter at shortstop for the Yankees.  Literally.  That’s it.

Taking my daughter to a game in April 2013.

Taking my daughter to a game in April 2013.

I was fourteen when he made his debut.  I’ll be 34 when he tips his cap for the final time.  For twenty years, no matter what was going on in my life, Derek Jeter was a constant.

He entertained me as a high school kid, distracted me as a college student, inspired me as an adult, and worked alongside me during my career at Steiner Sports.

My Dad took me to see him play as a kid.  Now I take my own daughter to see him.

The fact that my 3 year-old daughter roots for the same active player in 2014 that I did in 1995 is a tribute to Jeter’s consistency, longevity, and drive to succeed.

As a parent now, I watch her get older with each day that passes.

With Derek Jeter retiring, I’ll get a little bit older too.

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“Bronx Bombers” Cast Members Thrown Curve Ball. Still Hit HR!

By Jason Klein

The New York Yankees and adversity don’t mix.

The most successful franchise in professional sports is the oil to adversity’s vinegar – consistently rising to the top.

The same can be said for the cast members of the new Broadway show “Bronx Bombers.”

"Bronx Bombers" Opened on 1/10/14.

“Bronx Bombers” Opened on 1/10/14.

In desperate need of a warm baseball reprieve this frigid winter, my wife and I found ourselves at the Circle in the Square Theater this weekend, checking out the pinstriped play.  That’s when cast and crew were thrown the ultimate curveball halfway through the performance.

Following a scene set within Yogi Berra’s bedroom, ceiling cables attached to the bedposts decided to malfunction.  When an extended fifty-minute intermission couldn’t rectify the issue, the oversized prop was left as a permanent part of the set the rest of the show.

The Circle in the Square theater has no backstage area, and consequently, no place to move the errant bed to.

Ever wonder what a king size bed would look like inside the Yankees clubhouse?

Rather than lay down, cast members adopted a “show must go on” credo, and turned in a flawless performance the rest of the way.  They could have easily just pulled the cover over their heads.  Instead, I was quickly drawn back into the compelling story, often forgetting the large elephant…I mean…bed in the room.

A Yankee fan’s ultimate fantasy, “Bronx Bombers” brings together legends from all different eras of Yankees baseball.  Told from Berra’s point of view, an all-star collection of players including Ruth, Gehrig, DiMaggio, Mantle, Howard and Jeter meet up in a dream sequence – all in an effort save the franchise from combustion following Billy Martin and Reggie Jackson’s famous 1977 dugout squabble at Fenway Park.

Produced by Fran Kirmser and Tony Ponturo, the show pays extra close attention to detail throughout.  Sitting atop the theater, like a crown, is a replica Yankee Stadium façade, and with MLB’s blessing, each player wears their era-specific uniform.  Everything from length of sleeves, bagginess of pants and style of stirrups is addressed. Actors also do an excellent job portraying their characters.  At times, I found myself recognizing players purely by their posture and mannerisms.

When an uncooperative prop threatened this authenticity halfway through the show, the cast responded in true Yankee-like fashion – rising above adversity to deliver a championship performance.

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Cano Goes To Seattle, Leaves Future Earnings In The Bronx

By Jason Klein

Robinson Cano went after every last cent.

I don’t blame him.

But, before he did, he should have paid closer attention to some lyrics his agent, Jay Z, once rapped:

“I’m not a businessman, I’m a business, man!  Let me handle my business…damn!”

As a top baseball talent, Cano is much more than just another player.  He’s his own brand.  He’s a company.  He’s a “business, man!”  His new 10 year, $240 M deal with the Mariners is incredibly shortsighted.  If he wanted to truly maximize his value, he should have accepted less money up front and stayed put in the Bronx.

He's smiling now, but Cano just left his future earnings in the Bronx.

He’s smiling now, but Cano just left his future earnings in the Bronx.

There would have been a lifetime of earnings waiting for him at the end of his career.  He would have made more money in the long run.

Not only would he have capitalized on the marketing appeal that goes along with being a life-long Yankee, but he also would have established himself as a staple within the sports memorabilia and collectibles industry.

After cementing his legacy in pinstripes, he would have essentially been able to print money by just signing his name over and over…as long as he lived.

The New York Yankees, and their players, dictate the collectibles market.  Cano should have looked no further than the men within his former locker room for confirmation.

Derek Jeter and Mariano Rivera are both pinstriped lifers, and are two of the most sought after, and expensive autographs around.  A Jeter hand signed MLB baseball retails for $799 on SteinerSports.com.  A Rivera ball goes for $399.  Even at these prices, Steiner Sports can’t keep these balls in stock!

During my time at Steiner, Jeter and Rivera were consistently the most asked about autographs on Steiner’s menu – many collectors extended beyond their financial means just to add them to their collections.

Cano would have received a similar demand had he stayed in New York.  With Rivera gone now, and Jeter on the way out, this could have been Cano’s team moving forward.  Instead, he’ll disappear on the West Coast.  His new team will be financially hamstrung by his deal and won’t be able to support him with the talent he needs to succeed.  Plus, he’ll lose his marketing appeal since half the country won’t watch his late games.

Had Cano won another World Series or two in New York, and continued to dominate on the biggest stage in sports, he would have dominated the collectibles world as well – making even more money long term.

Robinson, you should have remembered…you’re a business, man!

Big picture was, a new Yankees deal would have meant unlimited long term earning potential.

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Rooting For History, Not The Red Sox.

By Jason Klein

I love watching the Yankees win.

I also love watching sports history made.

This puts me in an uncomfortably conflicted position for tonight’s Game 6 in Boston.

Fenway Park will host Game 6 of the World Series Tonight.

Fenway Park will host Game 6 of the World Series Tonight.

There’s nothing more satisfying than a “Wow” moment in sports.  I crave those “stop whatever you’re doing and watch this” type of events.

Tonight, we potentially get one of them at Fenway Park.  With a win, the Red Sox would knock off the St. Louis Cardinals to clinch their first World Series Championship at home since 1918.


In 2004, the Curse-breaking barrage of  “Idiots” (their term, not mine) capped off their title on the road, in St. Louis.  Three years later, they stormed the field as champions again, this time in Denver.  The last time they turned the trick at home, Babe Ruth, no doubt, enjoyed a few celebratory cold ones.

Needless to say, it’s been a while since Red Sox fans witnessed history made in their own backyard.

Root, root, root for the Red Sox tonight?

I don’t know if I’ll go that far.

But, there’s a chance to witness something that hasn’t happened in 95 years!

If they don’t win it’s a shame.

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Boone Sends Yankees To The World Series, Fans Into A Frenzy

By Jason Klein

(Today is the 10 Year Anniversary of Aaron Boone’s miraculous ALCS Game 7 HR.  The 11th inning walk-off blast sent the Yankees to the World Series, and preserved the Bambino’s Curse for at least one more season.  The Following Post Can Be Read, In Its Original Form, As I wrote on 10/17/03)

Babe, Bucky, Buckner…Boone.

At 16 minutes past midnight on Friday morning, Aaron Boone added his name to the list.  Aaron “Bleepin’” Boone.  Tied at 5 in the bottom of the 11th inning of game 7 of the ALCS, Boone sent Tim Wakefield’s first pitch through the Bronx sky, and safely into the hands of George Herman Ruth sitting out in the left field stands.

“Like Derek [Jeter] told me, the ghosts will show up eventually,” Boone said.

Images From Game 7, 10/16/03.

Images From Game 7, 10/16/03.

With an early 4-0 deficit, and Roger Clemens out of the game, the 56,297 in attendance were wondering just when the Great Bambino planed on showing up.  He probably just got caught up in traffic following the water main break on the Deagon.  He showed up 8 innings late to the party, but the Babe arrived in time to see the Yanks capture their 39th American League pennant in dramatic fashion, coming from 3 down in the 8th inning, to win the game 6-5 in 11 innings.  Boone’s walk off, series ending blast punctuated the evening.

“I knew it was out, I finally put a good swing on it,” he said.

It’s a swing that will long be remembered, perhaps one of the most dramatic of all time.   One swing of the bat from Boone ended the most compelling, evenly matched series in Major League Baseball history, sending Yankee Stadium into a frenzy and the Red Sox home for the winter.

“This was our chance to get the World Series,” Boston’s Johnny Damon said. “And we were so close.”

Cowboy Down.

“This is the best, said Yankees manager Joe Torre.  “To come here and play against the Red Sox, and play them 26 times and beat our rival like we did, it couldn’t be more satisfying.  This has to be the sweetest taste of all for me.

However, early on things were rather sour in the Bronx.   The Sox got to Clemens early, tagging the Rocket for 6 hits and 4 runs through only 3 innings.  Clemens’ ineffectiveness, coupled with Pedro Martinez’s brilliance was a sure sign of a pinstriped apocalypse.  Many wondered if this would be the night the curse was broken.

Jason Giambi, batting out of the 7 hole, delivered 2 solo shots and Mike Mussina’s 3 scoreless innings of relief kept the Bombers in the game, but it wasn’t until that fateful 8th inning when the Empire finally struck back.

The Captain, Derek Jeter got it all started with a double to right, and Bernie Williams knocked him in with a single to make it 5-3.  After a Hideki Matsui double, Red Sox Manager Grady Little went out to meet with Martinez.  After some convincing, Pedro stayed in the game and gave up a game tying double to Jorge Posada.  Red Sox 5, Yankees 5.

That’s the way it would stay until the 11th, thanks to a flawless 3 innings of relief from the incomparable Mariano Rivera.  It was the first time Rivera had thrown 3 innings in a game since 1996.

“Words can’t describe him, he is a cartoon character,” Jason Giambi said of Rivera.

After Boone hit, what former Mayor Rudolph Guliani deemed “the best home run since Chris Chambliss in ’76,” the Yankees were World Series bound for the first time since 2001.  They will be fishing for Marlin starting Saturday night in the Bronx.

That challenge can wait until then.  For now, New York revels in its latest dance with destiny.  They came from behind to beat Pedro, Wakefield, and an entire Red Sox nation that holds little regard for the aura and mystique found season after season in the Bronx.

“I believe in ghosts,” Derek Jeter said when asked if there was something to the Curse. “And we have a lot of ghosts in this Stadium.”

Those Cowboys from New England may not agree with Jeter, but they surely have heard of the killer “B’s” that continue to haunt them every year.

Babe, Bucky, Buckner…and now Boone.

“Go back to Boston boys. Goodbye,” said George Steinbrenner following game 7. “They didn’t treat us very well in Boston, but you know, we get the last laugh.”

Bye Bye, Boston.

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Yankees Trio Part Of My Childhood. My Daughter’s Too.

By Jason Klein

“Dewick Jeeta!”  “Annie Peditte!”  “Mo!”

That’s what my three year-old daughter calls them.

I’m just ecstatic she even knows who they are.

Like the iPhone, baseball rosters change every year.  Players come and go, switch teams, retire, or fade into baseball ambiguity as their skills diminish.

Taking my daughter to a game in April 2013.

Taking my daughter to a game in April 2013.

Yet, incredibly, Derek Jeter, Andy Pettitte and Mariano Rivera have remained a constant within the Yankees Universe for 19 years.

Long enough for me to enjoy them with my daughter.

It’s every father’s dream to share their passion with their children.  Jeter, Pettitte and Rivera were a major part of my childhood.  Remarkably, they are now a part of my daughter’s too.

I’ve watched them compete since 1995, when I was a fifteen year-old sophomore in high school.  I grew up celebrating their success.  Some of my happiest memories were made watching the three of them play, and win, in the Bronx.

Now I’m 33 years-old, married, and have a child.

They’re still playing.

Think about that.  They’re still playing!  Not on a YES Network Yankees Classic from ten years ago.  They’re still out there grinding today (Jeter’s injuries aside), at a high level for the Yankees, in 2013.

It’s a remarkable tribute to their consistency, longevity, and drive to succeed.

When the 2013 season ends, so will Pettitte & Rivera’s careers.  Jeter isn’t far behind.  Together, they’ve authored tons of memorable moments.  Baseball fans of all ages are fortunate to have watched their extraordinary careers.

There may never be another trio quite like “Jeeta, Peditte & Mo.”

When they finally leave the game for good, they’ll take a piece of my childhood with them.

My daughter’s too.

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No Phone. No Problem. Douds Still Got Through.

By Jason Klein

My iPhone wouldn’t turn on.

It wouldn’t charge, connect to a network, or receive a call.  A spilled glass of water was the culprit, but all fingers were pointed squarely at me.  I was the one who accidently left my device next to cell phone kryptonite.

I was frustrated, annoyed, and upset with myself for the gaffe.

I felt isolated from the world.  All alone.

No one could get through to me.

In a panic, I put life on hold, and headed to the Apple Store to try and restore my method of communication.

Ironically, while there, I ran into a man who once heard me loud and clear.


It was 1996.  I was a sophomore at Yorktown High School in Westchester, NY, and had serious concerns about what direction I wanted to take my life.  Looking back, I guess I was no different than any other sixteen year-old.  For some reason, though, figuring out my career path was very important to me at an early age.  At times, it consumed me.

Professionally, I just wanted to know where I’d fit in.  My indecisiveness often left me feeling isolated from the world.  All alone.

Everyone had advice, but nothing seemed to fit.

No one could get through to me.

Then came Forrest Douds.

Douds Understood My Passions & Helped Set My Career Path in HS. Image Courtesy of lohud.com

Douds Understood My Passions & Helped Set My Career Path in HS. Image Courtesy of lohud.com

He was my high school guidance counselor and I craved guidance.  We had talked several times in the past – mostly about football, and his father, the first head coach in Pittsburgh Steelers history – but this time we huddled up to discuss my future.  With encouragement and compassion, Douds analyzed my situation.

Our broad, and lengthy talk concluded with a single, focused plan of attack.  We decided I should make a career out of my two passions (sports and writing) and that somehow, I would have to meet a former student of his, Rick Cerrone.

Cerrone, also a Yorktown High School graduate, had once engaged in a similar conversation with Douds.  Combining his own love of sports and writing, Cerrone went on to become the Director of Media Relations and Publicity for the New York Yankees – a role he held from 1996-2006, spanning 6 World Series appearances and 4 championships.

Back then, Cerrone’s schedule was tighter than a Yankees-Red Sox Pennant Race.  An actual meeting with him, as Douds had suggested, would be difficult to swing.

Getting together with him seemed unimportant at the time though.  Just hearing that a local kid had made it in professional sports was enough motivation for me.  Yet, just a few hours after Douds told me his story, Cerrone randomly showed up at Yorktown High School.  Unannounced and unbeknownst to Douds, he happened to be in the area and decided to visit the man who had once helped him find his own way.

Fate?  Coincidence?  Didn’t matter.  I had my meeting.

I was fortunate enough to spend some time chatting with Cerrone about his career path, and quickly developed a nice relationship.  Through the years, I would periodically pop into the Press Box at Yankee Stadium to meet up with him during games.  I made a habit of checking in from time-to-time, to update him on my career, or give him a quick call to say hello.

Something I couldn’t do without a phone, though.


Several hours had passed now, and I still couldn’t power up my device.  Some Genius at the Apple Store informed me that the phone was beyond repair, and I’d have to invest in a new one.  The revelation left me even more frustrated, and for the moment, still isolated.  In need of a quick pick-me-up, I decided to take a walk before committing to the unexpected purchase.

Then came Forrest Douds.  Again.

I hadn’t seen him since graduating in 1998, and there he stood, inside Lids, chatting with the kid at the register about his father’s 1933 stint with the Steelers.  It was surreal.

I approached him from behind and patiently waited for a break in his conversation to jump in.  The Lids employee noticed me hovering and asked if I had a question.  I replied, “Not for you…but for him.”

I pointed at Douds.

“Forrest Douds?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Jason Klein…Yorktown High School,” I continued.

His eyes opened wider than a 300-pound lineman.

What ensued was a true testament to just how dedicated Douds was, and still is, to all of his students.  Though fifteen years had passed, it may as well have been fifteen minutes.  To my surprise, he remembered everything about me.  He jumped right into conversation, asked how my writing career was going, wanted to hear how my parents were doing, and even referenced our fateful meeting with Cerrone.

“I tell that story all the time,” he gushed.

“So do I,” I admitted.

Throughout our talk, Douds showered me with praise and recounted fond memories he had of me as a student.

We talked a little football too, naturally.  Now a high school football coach, Douds glowingly spoke about his current roster.  He loved his players, and loved life.  His passion was infectious.   For the moment, I realized just how insignificant my dead phone really was.

Douds got through to me again.

Despite my technological limitations, we exchanged contact info – the old-fashioned way, with a pen and paper – and wished each other continued luck and success moving forward.

Before heading back to the Apple Store, I asked that he stay in touch with me.

With a new iPhone in my pocket, he’d have no trouble getting through to me.


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Like A-Rod, Sanchez About To Take On The World. Alone.

By Jason Klein

Just four years ago, I compared Mark Sanchez, to Derek Jeter.

Now, he more closely resembles Alex Rodriguez.

It’s a shame, really.

Like a young Jeter, Sanchez once exhibited confidence, poise and passion.  He also found ways to win big games.

Big playoff games.

Both Sanchez & A-Rod will face hostile crowds, for different reasons.

Both Sanchez & A-Rod will face hostile crowds, for different reasons.

Now, like A-Rod, he’s all alone.

He has the majority of his own fan base, and people within his own organization seemly rooting against him.   He’s saddled his team with an immovable contract, been involved in controversial plays on the field, and controversial situations off it.

Yet, Sanchez takes the field tonight in Detroit looking to prove all doubters and dissenters wrong.

Sanchez against the World.

A-Rod begins a similar fight tonight in the Bronx, but for much different reasons, obviously.

A-Rod cheated his organization.  Sanchez was simply cheated by his.

A-Rod made his own poor decisions.  Sanchez was a victim of those made by others.

A-Rod deserves the ridicule.  Sanchez deserves a fair shot to prove he can win again with proper support.

Tonight, two well-paid, and well-famed New York athletes will take center stage.  Both are polarizing figures.  Both will be booed by their home crowd.  At 38 years-old, A-Rod is simply playing out the string.  At 26 years-old, Sanchez potentially has his best years ahead of him.

If he’s going to spend them playing in New York, the kid from SoCal needs to be confident, poised, and passionate again.  He’s got to find ways to win big games again.

He’s got to be more like the face of the Yankees.

Less like the face of Biogenesis.

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Steroids? How About The Guy Wearing Contact Lenses!

By Jason Klein

Steroids are bad.  I get it.

They’re bad for people and they’re bad for baseball.

Even if I felt otherwise, I’m bombarded by anti-PED messages almost every day.  I’m told that players who use steroids have an unfair advantage and have cheated the game, the fans, and themselves.  They are branded as frauds, vilified by the public, and relegated to pariah status.

Ryan Braun took a 65-game suspension for his steroid use.

Ryan Braun took a 65-game suspension for his steroid use.

The wrath felt is justified.

Let there be no confusion.  Steroids are drugs.  They can cause harm.  They can kill.  They are banned within Major League Baseball and are illegal, for recreational use, in our country…as they should be.

For a minute though, put the legal implications aside.  At face value, a steroid is a foreign substance, entered into the body, intended to give an athlete an advantage or improve their physical capabilities.  Strictly from a performance standpoint, I’ve often wondered: how is this any different than wearing contact lenses to improve vision?  There are plenty of other examples – using an inhaler to improve breathing or drinking coffee to stay alert – but just focus on contacts for a moment.

Like taking steroids, contact lenses allow an athlete to overcome their body’s natural limitations – in this case vision – in order to compete at a high level.

This week, in the wake of Ryan Braun’s 65 game steroid suspension, former MLB pitcher, and current ESPN analyst Curt Schilling said: “Steroids help average players become good, good players become great, and great players become Hall of Famers.”

There are plenty of “great” players who wear contact lenses.  Without them, would they just be “good” players?  Would they even be capable of seeing?

Without steroids, some guys would probably have to call it quits when their abilities deteriorate at an early age.  Without contact lenses, some players would probably have to do the same.

I would never condone the use of performance enhancing drugs in sports, or in life.  Steroids are bad.  I get it.  Those who violate MLB’s steroid policy deserve all the ridicule and backlash they receive.  Conceptually speaking, though, I just wonder how different they are from some other benign “performance enhancers.”

See my point?  Without your lenses in, you might not.

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Granderson Represents Himself, Game With Class

By Jason Klein

As Seen in In New York Magazine  – 8/16/12

Commissioner Bud Selig once said he couldn’t think of anyone better to represent the game of baseball than Curtis Granderson.

After meeting with the Yankees Centerfielder, I can see why.

Granderson lived up to the high praise when I spoke with him on Monday afternoon at Yankee Stadium.  We chatted in front of a group of fifty children, and their parents, during a meet & greet event coordinated by Steiner Sports Marketing.

Speaking with Curtis Granderson

The Yankees center fielder was all smiles as he addressed the kids on a wide variety of topics, many of which emphasized his solid upbringing and strong moral background.  Dressed in full Yankees attire, Granderson stressed the importance of “always doing the right thing,” “working hard,” and “having fun.”

Though he happily discussed his accomplishments on the field – including 3 All-Star selections and a 2011 Silver Slugger Award – Granderson was most proud of what he’s been able to accomplish off it.

“There are 750 Major League Baseball players.  Out of those 750 players there are 38 of them with a college degree.  I’m one of them,” he said.  “So that’s one of the big things I brag about.  I don’t brag about too much else, except for that.”

And rightfully so.

Granderson earned a degree in business from the University of Illinois-Chicago after being drafted by the Detroit Tigers in 2002 as a junior.  He easily could have given up on school after securing a professional baseball contract.  However, as the son of two teachers, Granderson grew up understanding the importance of a solid education and the opportunities it can create.

“The great thing about getting your college degree is, after you’ve done that, you can do a million other things in life,” he said.  “All the doors and opportunities are available for you.  I do have an opportunity to play this great game of baseball, but that’s not going to happen forever.  I have to start thinking about other things I want to do with my life afterwards.”

The possibilities will be endless for the articulate and animated Granderson.  He didn’t dismiss the idea of going into teaching like his parents did, but upon his retirement, there will be no shortage of television and radio opportunities available for him.  An energetic and well-spoken former player is a hot commodity in the sports media industry.  Granderson’s bubbly disposition certainly fits the part.

He let his personality shine during our interview, joking with the kids about his obsession with social media and texting.  He admitted: “you can’t keep the phone out of my hand.”  He acknowledged an addiction to Facebook & Twitter – confirming he does all of his own posting and tweeting – and laughed while admitting that eating, sleeping, and putting on a clean pair of socks are among his favorite activities.

Regular stuff for a regular guy.

“We just go around and do our thing,” he said.  Everyone is surprised to see us in basic places like Walmart, Target, and Bed Bath & Beyond.  We need groceries, and toothpaste. We need to go get that stuff too!  We’re normal people!”

In Selig’s eyes, Granderson is anything but normal.  He is a special player and an extraordinary ambassador for baseball.  For this reason, he’s shown no hesitation in sending him out to spread the game to other cultures.

“This game of baseball has allowed me the opportunities to do amazing things,” he said.  “I get a chance to be here at Yankee Stadium, travel all over the world to places like South Africa, New Zealand, China, Europe and Panama.  I’ve been to a bunch of different places to help promote baseball.  I get to meet with a lot of kids from all over the world and show them how cool this game is.”

They also get to see just how cool Granderson is.

Selig already knew.

Now I do too.

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