Derek Jeter arrived on the All-Star Game red carpet looking suave as f–k. As you would expect, Jeets was greeted by a chorus of feminine shrieks, only some of which came from male members of the media.
I’m sure the ladies were screaming at Jeter in appreciation of his great baseball exploits and overall classy conduct. They were there to pay tribute to the great Jeter in his last appearance as an All-Star.
It’s all about baseball baseball baseball for Jeter’s many female admirers. His movie star looks, smooth personality and giant bank account have nothing to do with it.
Those ladies really appreciate a good slap single to the opposite field. A bit of nifty glove work at short. A heads-up display of base running.
I feel the same way every time Jeter delivers one of his patented inside-out knocks. I won’t lie, when Jeter smacks a ball into the gap, my panties get a tiny bit moist and I feel like shrieking.
I kind of feel like ripping off my underwear and tossing them at Jeter. I sort of want him to impregnate me.