The most human part of Jeter's last home game the other night was during his post game interview when he said he was so out of sorts that he was hoping no one would hit it to him at short stop.  "Please don't hit it to me," he said he was thinking.

Imagine that.  The great Captain, of whom we have so many images of rocketing the ball to first base while three feet in the air - twenty years of this - over 2,900 games - who knows how many times he fielded a ground ball, or intercepted a line drive - and he was hoping no one would hit it to him!

So I am not the only one!  I think of the times as a kid in camp, during big games like in Color War, when I was hoping they would not hit to me so I would not be the one to mess up.  Or in law school, if I was not prepared and was hoping I would not get called on.  Or at a show where they call people up to the stage, when I would not make eye contact, afraid they might pick me.

Even the great Jeter had the jitters.  Even the great Jeter is human.  How refreshing and real.  And how encouraging.  All hats off to Jeter.