Derek Jeter Quotes

Every body has a tickle spot, somtimes you just have to find it.

If you don’t believe in yourself, why should anyone else believe in you? We can be our own best friends or our own worst enemies. I have always vowed to be my own best friend by exhibiting a positive attitude.

Yankee Stadium is my favorite stadium; I'm not going to lie to you. There's a certain feel you get in Yankee Stadium.

Surround yourself with good people. People who are going to be honest with you and look out for your best interests.

Marty Kaufman,

Derek Jeter

wreck but Trot Nixon’s fair ball nestled in his glove.

Indoors, the evening gets you’d say festive, with Maxine riding Horst for the better part of an hour, not that it’s anybody’s business of course, and coming a number of times, at last fiercely in sync with Horst, not long after which, owing to some extrasensory cue from the television, whose mute feature has been engaged, they surface from their post-orgy daze in time to witness Derek Jeter’s clutch tenth-inning homer and another trademark Yankee win. “Yes!” Horst beginning to scream in delighted disbelief. “And it better be Keanu Reeves in the biopic!

the unwashed and unworthy Red Sox finished off a sweep of the Cardinals and won their first World Series title since 1918. Edgar Renteria made the final St. Louis out, and he was wearing Ruth’s number, 3, when he did.

Once, while living in New York City in the early 2000s, I was asked to leave a sports bar because the Yankees were playing my hometown Red Sox on TV and I lost my cool at a guy who was loudly dissing them. I yelled, “Derek Jeter is baseball’s Hitler!

the Yankees were playing my hometown Red Sox on TV and I lost my cool at a guy who was loudly dissing them. I yelled, “Derek Jeter is baseball’s Hitler!” This was in New York City. In a room full of Jewish sports fans. I don’t even really like baseball that much! I have problems.

If that woman looks like a million dollars and puts it right in your face, that one you get away from,” R.D. told him. “That one in the corner who is quiet? That’s the one you go after.

At any rate, it was pretty inspiring. If Sharlee could shake off any doubts about herself and her abilities, he figured he ought to be able to do the same.

You are a flea on the ass of a mosquito on Derek Jeter's jersey. That's what you are.

Derek really was feeling jazzed

I’m not naming my child after a sports person. No Tom Brady Kowalski. No Derek Jeter or whatever Kowalski.” “Jesus, Beth.” He almost ran off the road. “Jeter’s a freakin’ Yankee. I wouldn’t even name an ugly, three-legged, one-eyed, rabid and mangy dog I hated Jeter, never mind my own son. Whatever you do, don’t ever talk sports with anybody at Jasper’s.

Jeter was “warmly cold,” Sherman added in a telling phrase. The truth is, we don’t know the man at all. Over the twenty years we’ve watched him, Derek Jeter has been willing to give us his professional performance on the baseball field. And off that field, he’s been willing to give us a learned, practiced smile. But it’s a smile designed mostly to keep us from seeing that there was one thing he wasn’t going to give us. He wasn’t going to give us himself.

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Surround yourself with good people: people who are going to be honest with you and look out for your best interests. —Derek Jeter   THE

Derek. It helps to be able to shake off our worries, and just—” “Enjoy the moment?

Gary never got tired of rubbing it in. Derek had beaten him on a test only once,

Fields after school that Wednesday, Derek saw that the Reds were already out there, taking fielding practice. They sure got here early, he thought. “I’ll go park,” said Mrs. Jeter as she pulled up to the curb. “See you out there, boys. Go get ’em.

There was no question that the captains who made a habit of testing the boundaries of the rules would never be revered by the public the way Derek Jeter was. But this theory suggested that calling their behavior thuggish was an oversimplification. These were aggressive acts that pushed the limits of what’s acceptable, but they were also instrumental.

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Or I can just tell you that at the end of the 2011 season Derek Jeter had a career batting average of .313. That is a descriptive statistic, or a “summary statistic.

Is she leaving me for Derek Jeter? If she is, I want season tickets in the settlement so I can heckle his wife-stealing ass

Prompts (for High School Teachers Who Write Poetry)" Dante Di Stefano Write about walking into the building as a new teacher. Write yourself hopeful. Write a row of empty desks. Write the face of a student you’ve almost forgotten; he’s worn a Derek Jeter jersey all year. Do not conjecture about the adults he goes home to, or the place he calls home. Write about how he came to you for help each October morning his sophomore year. Write about teaching Othello to him; write Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven. Write about reading his obituary five years after he graduated. Write a poem containing the words “common” “core,” “differentiate,” and “overdose.” Write the names of the ones you will never forget: “Jenna,” “Tiberious,” “Heaven,” “Megan,” “Tanya,” “Kingsley” “Ashley,” “David.” Write Mari with “Nobody’s Baby” tattooed in cursive on her neck, spitting sixteen bars in the backrow, as little white Mike beatboxed “Candy Shop” and the whole class exploded. Write about Zuly and Nely, sisters from Guatemala, upon whom a thousand strange new English words rained down on like hail each period, and who wrote the story of their long journey on la bestia through Mexico, for you, in handwriting made heavy by the aquís and ayers ached in their knuckles, hidden by their smiles. Write an ode to loose-leaf. Write elegies on the nub nose of a pink eraser. Carve your devotion from a no. 2 pencil. Write the uncounted hours you spent fretting about the ones who cursed you out for keeping order, who slammed classroom doors, who screamed “you are not my father,” whose pain unraveled and broke you, whose pain you knew. Write how all this added up to a life. -- Dante Di Stefano. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 4, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.

Every time he lost to his dad, it just made him want to work harder, so he could beat him the next time, or the time after that—or at least someday.

Why did his team have to be the Red Sox? As a passionate Yankees fan, he always rooted against the real Red Sox. And he’d never been on a team called the Yankees

Why did his team have to be the Red Sox? As a passionate Yankees fan, he always rooted against the real Red Sox. And he’d never been on a team called the Yankees yet.

Who, me?” Gary said, grinning.