Sheppard’s Run Ends With Jeter’s Exit. Introduced Major Yankees, Personal Moments

By Jason Klein

Derek Jeter’s career is coming to an end.

When it does, he’ll take Bob Sheppard’s voice with him.

Though Sheppard was silenced for good with his passing in July 2010, Jeter has continued to pay homage to the legendary Yankees Public Address Announcer of nearly 60 years. Since his final game in the booth, back in 2007, a recording of Sheppard’s Jeter introduction has been played prior to each of Derek’s at bats.

A Sheppard Recording is Played Before Every Jeter At Bat.

A Sheppard Recording is Played Before Every Jeter At Bat.

“Now batting for the Yankees…number 2…Derek Jeter…number 2.”

Sheppard’s voice had a mythical quality to it. Goosebumps surfaced with every properly pronounced syllable. Jeter single-handedly extended Sheppard’s Stadium shelf life by seven years – long enough for a new generation of fans to experience him, including my 4 year-old daughter.

For that, I’ll always be grateful for Jeter’s decision to be introduced by the “Voice of God” for as long as he continued playing.

As it turns out, he only has another month to go. Two if we’re lucky.

Sheppard’s style always inspired me. In an industry saturated with big, booming voices, Sheppard preferred to quietly stick to his timeless method of “Clear, Concise, Correct.” Yelling and over-embellishment wasn’t his style. Instead, he took pride in his ability to properly speak the English language.

His voice was ear candy. He made every trip to Yankee Stadium an event. He was synonymous with the Yankees brand, like pinstripes and façade.

His voice was heard before some of the biggest moments in franchise history.

In 2008, I wanted his voice heard before my biggest moment too.

In the winter of 2008, I placed a call to Paul Sheppard, Bob’s son. I was getting married that upcoming July 4th, and wanted the “Voice of Yankee Stadium” to present my wife and I to our guests.

At that time, Sheppard had already announced his final game at Yankee Stadium. His health was deteriorating and his son informed me that he’d honor my request should his condition remain stable.

In late Spring, Sheppard, feeling more like himself, pre-recorded intros for my future wife and me, along with the rest of our wedding party – something that remained a surprise for our guests until our wedding reception was interrupted by:

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Glen Island Harbour Club.”

Heads swiveled, eyes popped, and jaws dropped low. His voice added a layer of historical elegance typically only found at East 161st Street in the Bronx.

After our wedding party entered, my wife and I joined the fun on Sheppard’s cue:

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, please rise, and remove your caps. Please give a warm welcome to, for the first time as husband and wife…the Bride and Groom…Mr. and Mrs. Jason Klein…the Bride and Groom.

[See Video of Intro Below]

Hearing Sheppard announce my name as I entered the room on my wedding day was one of the most surreal experiences of my life.

Only Derek Jeter has had that same pleasure over the past seven years.

When he goes, so does Sheppard’s voice.

We can all enjoy hearing it over the next month.

Two if we’re lucky.


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The Clorox Bleach Pen Saved My Wedding. Period.

By Jason Klein

Yesterday, the nation celebrated Independence Day.

My wife and I celebrated our five-year anniversary.

Married on July 4, 2008, our perfect day was almost marred by an untimely blemish – a bride’s worst nightmare realized.

Twenty minutes stood between my beautiful wife walking down the aisle in her immaculate white wedding dress.  The moment she’d waited for, twenty-eight years in the making, was upon her.  She was beaming with pride, and anticipation, when the bustle of her pristine attire clipped a goblet placed dangerously close to the edge of the table.

My wife holding her most important wedding day accessory.

My wife holding her most important wedding day accessory.

Its contents: red wine.  The aftermath: pure chaos.

My wife flopped into her bridal throne – surrounded by panicked bridesmaids – a blood-red wine stain tattooed the dress from just beneath her bust, all the way down to her knees.

Fifteen minutes until the ceremony.

As tears poured out of her frantic eyes, club soda rained from all directions.  Anxious bridesmaids scrubbed to no avail.  Dish soap, hand soap, seltzer, detergent…nothing.  The stain seemed to be getting darker by the minute.

Ten minutes to go.

Facing the prospect of tarnished wedding pictures, a Clorox Bleach Pen miraculously appeared in the bridal suite.  Fearing its contents might turn the dress yellow, my wife decided to cautiously test it on a small section of the stain…success!

Five minutes to go.

In a relieved state of euphoria, the pen was punctured in several spots and its cleansing juice was squeezed out, covering the stain.  Within minutes, the dress was whiter than when she had purchased it.

Thanks to the Clorox Bleach Pen, my wife was able to confidently answer the bell, and walk down the aisle on time.  When an untimely red wine stain put this into question, the Clorox Bleach Pen was the answer.

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