I’m taking a summer class—The Making of Modern America—and every Friday is “Baseball Friday.” Today we discussed a multitude of things: drawing the color line in the 1880s, early 1890s; monopolies; labor issues galore; and a bit of Derek Jeter & Chipper Jones.
My professor said Derek Jeter by imitating Bob Sheppard. Personally, I feel that’s the only way you’re allowed to say it, ha. I am guilty of saying it the Bob Sheppard way myself. I can’t help it. It’s too classic.
P.S. On a related note, my mother always (ALWAYS) calls him “The Jeets.” She started chanting “Jeets, Jeets hit in the seats!” last night, and I was like “What are you doing? We love him, but we don’t want him to win.” She replied, “Oh, right. Sorry. ‘Hit it in the seats…in foul territory and then strikeout…’” Oh, mother.
