15 years ago tonight, the Yankees beat the Mets in the final game of the 2000 World Series. It was their 26th championship overall (at the time) and their third in a row, but that particular event, amazing as it happened to be, wasn’t even the best part of the night for me. That was to come much later.
Immediately after the game ended, I changed into a nicer outfit, put on some make up and my best friends picked me up because we were going into the city to club One51. A friend of ours, who worked for the Yankees at the time, told us that some of the Yanks would be there celebrating if they won the World Series that night. My motivation for going out so late on a work night was because I wanted to see Derek Jeter up close and personal. I was also 26, single and carefree and could handle being out late on a weeknight. I did it all the time.
So the four of us drove into the city around midnight. We were able to find parking relatively quickly and nervously walked toward the place. We didn’t know what to expect.
There was a line out front and we were about to go wait on it, but the bouncer waved us over and said, “Ladies, you can come in.” We all were like, “Huh? Um, okay.” We couldn’t believe they let us in right away. When we walked in, we realized why. It was a club full of girls. The ratio had to be 90:10. It was hilarious. Our friend Rich was at the bar so we walked over to him and noticed that none of the players were there yet. He told us that they were on the way. As we stood at the bar more and more girls walked in. Some in really skimpy outfits. I felt completely out of place in my black buttoned up blouse and grey pants. As single and carefree as I was in my 20s, I was also a prude and foolishly didn’t show off my nice figure when I could have and should have. You live and learn.
Within ten minutes of our arrival, everything changed. The front door opened, the people who were milling around the bar area parted like the Red Sea and in walked Derek Jeter and his entourage. I swear I heard the Hallelujah chorus in my head as he walked by and honestly, it was as if he were walking in slow motion. And I’m not joking or stretching the truth in any way, every girl he walked by, turned to stare at his ass. It was amazing and hilarious. But then, Derek Jeter’s ass was pretty amazing at the time.
The players who showed up to One51 that night were Jeter, Jose Canseco, David Justice, Jose Vizcaino and Glenallen Hill. My best friend Racquel was disappointed because Tino Martinez wasn’t there, but at the time, I couldn’t care less because I was in the same room as Derek Jeter. Jackpot!
The players all walked up onto this raised platform area which to the side of the dance floor and they hung out up there the entire time. The four of us were just so excited to be there that we didn’t even try to get to Jeter or the other players. We went out onto the dance floor to dance, while every other girl in the place made a beeline towards him and the rest of the guys.
After a while, as we were dancing to some awful song, my friend Melissa said, “Oh my God.” We all asked her what was wrong and she said, “Derek Jeter is totally watching us.” Then she quickly added, “Don’t all look at the same time!” So we all turned to look, one at a time, because we were playing it cool, and sure enough he was leaning over the railing of the platform, watching all of us. The look on his face was priceless. He looked shocked and a little insulted that we weren’t paying attention to him. It was pretty hilarious. We just continued to dance and not pay attention to him. Again, we were just excited to be there, we didn’t want to act like groupies. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.)
At one point later on during the night, I noticed a girl with short blonde hair, and an amazingly fit body, wearing a piece of cloth as a top. I’m not even joking or exaggerating. It was a piece of black fabric, that was draped over her boobs and it was held on by one clear strap across her back where he bra strap should have been if she were wearing an actual shirt. She was trying to get to Jeter and the players. So me, being the catty bitch I was at 26, started making faces behind her back and imitating her trying to get to him. As I was doing it, I looked out the corner of my eye, turned my head and saw that David Justice was watching me bitchily imitate this poor girl. So I stop, like I was being admonished by a parent and start blushing. He began to laugh at me and then nodded his head in approval while raising his glass in my direction.
It was pretty funny.
At one point, Glenallen Hill bumped into me on the dance floor, and no joke, I went flying. I’m not a small girl by any means, but he was built like a brick shit house. After I recovered from being thrown across the dance floor, he placed his big meaty hand on my shoulder and said, “I’m sorry baby,” so I said, “You won the World Series, it’s okay.” I was going to tell him that he could throw me around the dance floor again if he wanted to, but I didn’t know how well that would go over. And I will never forget what he was wearing either: A blue silk top that completely unbuttoned to show off his chest and stomach, with a thick gold chain around his neck and black dress pants. He was having a ball. So were me and the girls. We stayed later than the players did and stayed until the club closed.
I finally got home at 5:30am, went straight into the shower, got dressed and went back into the city to go to work. By lunchtime I drooling and nearly passing out at my desk.
When I arrived home from work that night, it was about 6:40pm. According to my mom, I was asleep, fully dressed with my shoes still on, flat on my face by 6:49pm. She said my feet were hanging off the bed. Honestly, I don’t even recall falling into my bed, but it was totally worth it because it was such a fun night.
I was with my three best friends, we had a blast, and we were out celebrating the Yankees winning the World Series with some of the Yankee players! What could be better?
[This piece was originally published on this blog in 2010. I reworked it a bit for the 15th anniversary.]