New Book About The Yankees Empire Exposes How Much Derek Jeter SUCKED During The Cashman-Jeter Feud
From the NY Post’s article from the new book “Inside The Empire”
On Jeter’s ownership approach – Jeter’s style, by contrast, is to dictate terms and expect you to glumly accept them. His first act after buying the Marlins was to pointlessly freeze out Stanton. He didn’t book the obligatory get-to-know-you dinner with his star at a stuffy rooftop steakhouse in Miami. He declined to call Stanton and offer congratulations when he was named the league MVP. And he never phoned Wolfe, one of the powerhouse reps in baseball, to ask about his client’s choice of destinations. “I was ready for the worst, which it was,” Stanton confided, looming at his locker in a pair of gold spikes after a workout in spring training in 2018. Like Judge, Stanton is one of those physical freaks you can’t properly appreciate on TV. It isn’t only his mass or stone-cut proportions, but the taper of chest and back to a tiny waist. There’s a quality about him that you sometimes find in art: grace and violence merged in random gestures. “If that’s how you want to treat someone, then there’s no playing nice,” he said of Jeter. “I had had more than enough.” In late November 2017, he’d been given a diktat by Jeter. “It was, ‘Take this f–ing deal with the Giants or the Cardinals, or I promise you I’m trading everybody around you and you’ll be stuck here forever,’ ” said someone who was privy to those talks. Stanton had seventy-two hours to agree. He didn’t, per our sources, need them. Replying through his agent, he was River Avenue terse: No, and HELL no, goddamnit.
On how poorly he aged, on and off the field – While Cashman insists that he liked Jeter as a player, it isn’t entirely clear that he means it. Or maybe it’s fairer to say that there were two Derek Jeters — the happy-go-lucky kid from Kalamazoo who came up at twenty-one and seduced the sport with his cool-hand poise, that gift for the big play on the grand stage, and the thirty-something Jeter who became somewhat hardened by fame. Treated like a civic institution in New York — worshiped by the faithful in their Jumpman-branded garb, teenage fan-girls rocking RE2PECT tank tops, and adored and protected by the tabloid scolds who trolled other stars on Page Six — he somehow remembered every slight and provocation. Jeter grew distant from writers who dared to notice that he couldn’t get around on a good fastball. His initial coldness toward Alex Rodríguez was as stark as it was cruel: there was that graceless moment in 2006 when a routine pop fly somehow fell between them. Jeter, hands on hips, glared daggers at A-Rod, emasculating him on national TV. That Derek Jeter wasn’t fun to general-manage — or to have playing behind you when you pitched. “When Andy [Pettitte] came back from Houston, there was a ground ball up the middle, and Andy’s like, ‘All right, that’s an out,’ ” says Cashman. “Next thing you know, it goes through for a hit and he’s like, ‘Crap, Jetes can’t get to those anymore.’ ”
On his free agency negotiation to end his career (this is the best part) - Nonetheless, Jeter wanted to get paid like the player he’d been in his middle twenties. In the fall of 2010, he became a first-time free agent at the age of thirty-six. He’d had a bad year at the plate and a worse one in the field, but he demanded a max contract into his forties. Cashman pushed back, declining to bargain against himself. The terms he set and stuck to — $51 million for three years — pricked Jeter’s damaged pride. “Jetes sent messages through his agent that we were f–ing him when no one was willing to pay what we offered,” says Cashman. “I’m like, ‘How much higher do we have to be than highest?’ ” He invited Jeter and his agent, Casey Close, to go out and shop the deal. Jeter returned to the table smarting; no one had come close to the Yankees’ bid. Close even suggested a stark concession for his client: a piece of either the YES Network or the team. “At the meeting, Derek said, ‘What other shortstop would you want playing here?’ and I started rolling off names,” says Cashman. “I got, like, three names down and Casey said, ‘Stop, this isn’t productive.’ Then Derek got up and goes, ‘You guys finish this! I don’t want to go anywhere else, but I don’t want to be in here either!’”
Just a couple other tidbits not included in this article confirming how much Derek Jeter sucked:
A) Wouldnt move to 3rd base for the greatest shortstop of all time
2) Didnt go to Bob Sheppard’s funeral because he claimed he didnt know when it was
D) filmed a documentary about himself while the team was in the middle of a pennant race
One day I’m gonna write my own book. Its gonna be called “Derek Jeter Played You All Like A Bunch Of Suckers: An Inside Look At How A Cocky Millionaire Playboy Somehow Convinced The World He Was A Humble, Likable Guy.” It is UNFATHOMABLE to me that people didnt see right through Derek Jeter. They all see him for what he is now, I just dont get why they didnt see it back then. The fact that Arod was the one that was vilified in this town was insanity. I know when you have a handful of rings nothing else matters and you’re going to be adored. I get that. If it was my team I’d root for him and blindly defend him as well. But I’d have a big enough brain to at least privately acknowledge what Derek Jeter was and is – and thats a cocky, arrogant self centered asshole. To think that the sex symbol who played for the New York Yankees modern dynasty was actually some squeaky clean boy scout who just cared about his team and winning is such a JOKE. This guy fucked Hollywood 10’s for a reason. He refused to move positions, despite being flat out bad at it, for a reason. He demanded max money when he was well over the hill, for a reason. He hosted his own farewell tour for a reason. And that reason is that hes just like every other superstar athlete who cares about fortune, fame, status, and Re2pect. The only difference is that Derek Jeter is a snake and knows how to manage people and manage the media. He knows how to make women and men alike fall in love. Snakes recognize snakes – if you’ve ever schemed and scammed in your life you can see exactly what Derek Jeter did. And theres no denying how masterful he was at it. Three things Derek Jeter is exceptional at:
1) Shooting his ass WAY out on pitches that were basically strikes on the inside corner
2) Unnecessarily diving for pop ups
3) Playing baseball fans like a fucking fiddle
Jeter’s off the field persona was exact like his on the field defense. Everyone would OOH and AAH at a Derek Jeter JumpThrow deep in the hole, unable to realize that every other short stop is casually back handing that ball, planting, and throwing to first because he has plenty of time to get the runner after getting to that ball with ease. Jetes flails into the outfield and performs some acrobatics to cover up for his lack of range and the media and NYY fans everywhere cum themselves. Now, to be fair, he got the job done, and thats of course what matters. But its was the failure to realize what Jeter really was that drives me fucking insane. If Yankees fans were like “Hes a PR master. He’s a puppet master and hes got the whole city, and the whole league, on strings.” Id have no problem with it. But its their insistence that he was some sort of good natured, good hearted, selfless star. That he was some True Yankee who respected the Pinstripes and loved his teammates. Derek Fucking Jeter was as much a diva as the villain Arod, if not more. And thats a fucking fact. Stories like the ones in this article prove what anybody with a brain knew for years. Cashman – the guy that actually has the team’s best interests in mind – hates him. His new team and organization hates him. Ask guys like Yelich and Stanton what they think of Jeter and their lack of answer or their read-between-the-lines response says everything you need to know. They hate him. And its not that he was magically some different person during his playing days. He was that same asshole then, too. He just was good enough to hold down a prized position on the most famous franchise in sports, good enough with manipulating the media, and he was GIFTED a dynasty to begin his career thanks to Jeffrey Maier and a bomb squad team he was drafted into. When you begin your career with a threepeat and 4 in 5 years, you can do no wrong.
Again, I completely understand that. If I was a Yankees fan I’d consider him bulletproof. But theres a huge difference between bulletproof and infallible. And the fact that Derek Jeter ever convinced the world he was the latter is insane. Look how quickly everyone instantly hated him as soon as he hung em up. That tells you everything you need to know. You know whats fascinating? This will be the final chapter of my book…as soon as Arod stopped playing baseball everyone loved him and as soon as Jeter stopped playing everyone hated him. I think thats all you need to know about each guy’s actual character. Guy sucked so bad he was just good enough, and charming, and like 99% of people fell for it.