Few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart.
Regardless of who you root for, Derek Jeter is widely recognized as a great athlete. Today, he will play his last regular season game in pinstripes. Learn more about Jeter’s story, and how The Boy from Kalamazoo became the star he is today.
The NYPL and the Yankees—a combination that makes me one super happy girl
Tell me again why kids need to be “protected” from these books? No really. I don’t get it. (via HuffPost Books)
"We know Derek Jeter by heart, so why all this memorizing? The between-pitches bat tucked up in his armpit. The fingertip helmet-twiddle. The left front foot wide open, out of the box until the last moment, and the cop-at-a-crossing right hand ritually lifted astern until the foot swings shut. That look of expectation, a little night-light gleam, under the helmet. The pitch—this one a slow breaking ball, a fraction low and outside—taken but inspected with a bending bow in its passage.
…It still astounds me—Derek’s brilliance as a hitter has always felt fresh and surprising, for some reason—and here it comes one more time. The pitch is low and inside, and Derek, pulling back his upper body and tucking in his chin as if avoiding an arriving No. 4 train, now jerks his left elbow and shoulder sharply upward while slashing powerfully down at and through the ball, with his hands almost grazing his belt. His right knee drops and twists, and the swing, opening now, carries his body into a golf-like lift and turn that sweetly frees him while he watches the diminishing dot of the ball headed toward the right corner. What! You can’t hit like that—nobody can!” Roger Angell writes.
(Accompanied by next week’s cover, “Derek Jeter Bows Out,” by Mark Ulriksen)
Here’s what I love about this writing: in only a couple hundred words Roger Angell conjures up just exactly what a Jeter at-bat looks like. You could read this with the player’s name redacted and know who he is writing about. Also, those words make such a pretty image in your head (which perhaps has as much to do with that swing as it does the words, but whatever.)