“Are you sad about Jeter leaving?” I was asked. I thought about the first time I entered Yankee Stadium at the age of nine with my Dad and some friends. Most of us guys at that age secretly believed we had a shot at playing for the Yankees, a dream that died very hard in a few short years. My saddest Yankee day came only five years ago when they started demolishing the old Stadium, re-pulverizing my old dreams with bulldozers and wrecking balls, trampling the impossibly green grass that once beckoned to us like a bonfire to cave dwellers.