On a warm summer night two years I took my son to a minor league game in Burlington, VT. It was the VT. Lake Monsters vs the Staten Island Yankees. He saw #2 and said, "Daddy, that's not Jeter." After explaining to my son that these aren't the New York Yankees he didn't care. He was excited to see Yankees. He was decked out in Yankee pinstripes from head to toe. He intently watched the entire game. He saw a pitcher throwing in the bullpen and wanted to get closer. I have to say that player was throwing hard! The catcher (James) saw my son in his pinstripes and tossed the ball to him. The smile on his face will be something I'll never forget.