Along with manager Joe Girardi, the only Yankee connection to the great 90s dynasty (ie, the Yankees I lucked into walking into when I moved there in 1998) now that Jeter's gone is Paul O'Neill. Of course instead of getting to watch his beautiful lefty swing - be it at a ball or a water cooler - we can only listen to him in the booth during games (most of which is spent of Michael Kay making fun of him for eating whatever free food comes into his field of vision), but it's still something.
And of course who can forget his chill-inducing last game at the Stadium.
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