Then came something that almost never happens:
Derek Jeter took ball one off Derek Lowe, leading off the home sixth, the Yankees already behind 7-0. He took strike one. He took strike two. And then flailed helplessly as strike three. Again: no new ground here. No virgin territory. Before swatting air this time, Jeter had already struck out 882 times as a major leaguer. Some of them had even come at Yankee Stadium.
None of them had ever been accompanied by the following commentary:
“Boooooooooooooooo!”
“Boooooooooooooooo!”
“Boooooooooooooooo!”
Yes. That was for Derek Jeter. The bile poured out of the upper tier. It spilled out of the left-field bleachers, and tumbled out of the loge. On the 23rd of April, in the baseball year 2004, Derek Sanderson Jeter had officially been indoctrinated into the pantheon of pinstriped punching bags, idols who’d heard the adoration turned inside out, however temporarily.
“I don’t blame them,” Jeter said flatly, after watching his batting average dip to .197 with an 0-for-4 night. “We would have booed ourselves tonight, too. It’s hard to imagine being worse than we were tonight. Put me at the front of that list.”
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