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October 11, 2005



I'll say this for Jeter: he's the only one of them I'd want on my team. The rest, if they have skill, have teeny-weeny brittle hearts (Or else, like the Big Eunuch, they're a shell of their former selves.)


The only time I felt bad for Jeter was when he was dating Mariah Carey. I wonder if she made him sit through Glitter in its entirety.

In all seriousness, I know what you mean. I despise him, but I certainly respect him.

And Mayday is crazy. I'd take Fruit Bat on my team any day of the week.

Boston Fan in Michigan

Yeah, we've all been through it. We have our moments of Jeter respect. I mean, he can't be *all* bad... after all, he very nearly went to Michigan. Mariah Carey notwithstanding, at least we know he's got good taste in some aspect of his life.

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