Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
That’s a poem by Lord Byron, Derek Jeter’s 19th century sexual predecessor and cultural equal. Both were adored by the world in which they lived, both had a penchant for love making (though Byron was a bit of a switch hitter if you catch our drift), and both couldn’t hit for power to save their lives. It’s a shame these two never met and had the chance to party the Hawaiian Tropic bar in Times Square, with Barkley, M.J., and Tiger in tow.
Below, the greatest loves of Derek Jeter’s life not named Scott Brosius…