The Jeter/Biel Letters, Vol. 1

Editor's Note: Through top secret sources, including but not limited to certain Hollywood luminaries and her connections in the Japanese mafia, Batgirl has been able to obtain some of the early correspondence between Derek Jeter and Jessica Biel. As a service to you, her beloved readers, Batgirl has typed in the letters for your edification, and will be publishing them a little at a time. She expects no compensation—the knowledge that she is contributing to the advancement of scholarship is reward enough.

19 November, 2006

My dearest Jessica,

I hope you do not think me too forward, but ever since the night we passed together at the club Hyde where I first held your lily white hand, I can think of nothing but what it might be like to hold it again.

Oh! So bold you say! I can see your girlish cheeks flush now. But, you must understand, the very thought—Oh, Derek, you say. Too much! too fast! I am a lady! Je suis une femme!--only increases my ardor. For it is your very propriety, your modesty, your grace—it is that very flush of your cheeks that makes me lose all of my reason. Oh, Jessica, Jessica!

I know I am not worthy of you. I know it with every beat of my too-too-sullied heart. And yet the philosophers tell us that to love someone, truly and wholly, is to transcend this mess of skin and bone and sin and become something greater than ourselves, that we reach humanity's most noble state. It is in that way that I approach you, Yankee cap in my hand, not as myself, but as a transcendent being, who—through love, through you—has only now discovered what it means to live. To live! To love! To live!

My heart, my heart,
Derek

20 November,

Dear Derek,

Thank you for your letter dated 19 November. I hardly know how to reply. I must admit to a certain quickening of my heart when I read your words, but I cannot condone such ardor. I, too, felt the connexion between us, but we must not pursue this further, for I see a great danger ahead. My reputation is everything to me, and while it is tempting to throw it all away, to lose oneself in the sincerest longings of one's own heart, we must remember our place.

I ask you to respect my wishes.

My best,
Jessica


21 November

My dearest love,

Ah, you are cold. Your words wound me to the quick, but perhaps that was their intent? Perhaps you wish me to lay my whole heart bare before you, so you can examine its true qualities and judge its worthiness that way? In which case I say, wound away, I relish the opportunity, for it gives me the tiniest morsel of hope that you are considering my suit. And the tiniest morsel is a banquet to a starving man.

In fact, I shall save you the trouble. Come to me, my love, and I shall open up my chest and rip out my heart and present it to you for your examination. Do not spare it. Look into its darkest corners, its deepest recesses, use your finest skills of analysis, spare it no judgment. I know you shall find it wanting, but I know it is my only chance, my love, to call you my love.

It has been two days since I have seen you, and already I grow restless. I long to look into your bottomless eyes again. Might you—perhaps—favor me with a picture? I can gaze upon it and become somehow edified by your very image. If so, I shall be sated, at least for a time.

Yours, in agony,
Derek


22 November

Dear Derek,

At your request, I have enclosed a photograph of myself, it is just a trifle taken for a literary periodical called Maxim. I hope it provides you with the solace you need. I beg you to remember my position. It is not a world for lovers. Perhaps someday it shall be, but for now we must remember ourselves.

Until then, I remain,
Jessica

Will Jessica relent? Stay tuned.

Posted by Batgirl at November 30, 2006 04:12 PM
Comments

My God he is a gentleman. Someone told me he's a pretty good ballplayer, too. I think he plays for one of the coasts.

Posted by: nailbiter at November 30, 2006 04:56 PM

Oh my. It is difficult to choose whether to encourage Jessica to submit or to run far, far away based on such wrenching prose from an anguished Derek.
At least the saga will keep us entertained while Terry tries to buy us a pitcher whose arm won't fall off.

Posted by: Jaguar at November 30, 2006 05:21 PM

Well, I'm hooked. Can Jessica possibly muster the strength of will to keep refusing the affections of a suitor as dreamy as Derek Jeter? Will the lovelorn Captain eventually seduce the virtuous Miss Biel with thinly veiled hints about the size and prowess of his intangibles? Will uppercrust New York society accept the coupling of its sporting hero with an actress (honestly, it's an absolute scandal!) from the provinces, no matter how alluring? Will losing the AL MVP award doom the marquee Yankee to a miserable life of unrequited love for his dear, dear Jessica? I'm just hoping that there will eventually be flushing cheeks, heaving bosoms, and bodice ripping in this most heartfelt of correspondences. But only one thing is certain. Even with this scintillatingly delectable literary diversion to assuage our own yearnings, the offseason still sucks.

Posted by: twayn at November 30, 2006 06:29 PM

Ok this sounds weird, but for whatever reason I didn't realize this whole Jeter-Biel thing is true. But it made the Chicago Tribune's Sport section.

I had no idea Derek was so eloquent. I think she should accept Jeter's love.

This is hilarious!

Posted by: melissa at November 30, 2006 06:43 PM

I can't wait for the part where the DR comes in with his Shinny MVP trophy and steals Jessica away.

Posted by: Paul at November 30, 2006 07:07 PM

Gah! You beat me to it, Paul! :)

Posted by: Georgia Girl at November 30, 2006 08:04 PM

BG, you give us a tale to warm these frigid offseason nights. (and we're gonna need it, as apparently I'm supposed to see like a foot of snow by the time I go to work tomorrow)

I eagerly await further correspondence. (and I wonder at what point he'll resort to citing the prettiness of potential offspring)

Posted by: AT at November 30, 2006 08:44 PM

Oh BG, you are amazing.

Posted by: Stacy at November 30, 2006 09:04 PM

Wow, they can send much longer text messages than I can. How long until a Jeter/Biel vs. Mauer/Cooley deathmatch?

Posted by: ump47 at November 30, 2006 09:08 PM

Wow - I wish I had a boyfriend that wrote such lovely letters - really it is romantic -given the age of the email and text messaging - a real love lettter.

Oh I'd put my money on Mauer/Cooley because Joe towers over Jeter and come on the sideburns?!?

Much love
Wonder Woman

Posted by: Wonder Woman at November 30, 2006 09:41 PM

Off topic, but too good not to share. Harmon Killebrew selected to Humanitarian Hall of Fame. One. Class. Act.

http://mlb.mlb.com/NASApp/mlb/news/article.jsp?ymd=20061130&content_id=1747994&vkey=news_mlb&fext=.jsp&c_id=mlb

Posted by: twayn at November 30, 2006 10:37 PM

Yay for Killer! :) Are there any love letters of his for public viewing?

I suppose it's a stipulation in the Doc's contract that he has to play shinny in the offseason instead of hockey. ;)

Posted by: Piranhtachew at December 1, 2006 03:14 AM

::Wonders about B-G's connection to the Yakuza and if she's gotten her tattoo (Click name) of the Chairman yet.::

Posted by: Piranhtachew at December 1, 2006 03:21 AM

::Link for those who want more info about the Yazuka.::

Posted by: Piranhtachew at December 1, 2006 03:24 AM

I just had a flash back to 10th English class. BG are you channeling Stoker ?

p.e.m.

Posted by: public enemy mike at December 1, 2006 03:51 AM

I think Jessica needs to be sure of his long term affections. Will he ever give her a ring? We know he has loads, but also that rings are the only things that matter to him, not money not glory, just the rings. So, even for love, will he ever be willing to give her one (if you see what I mean).
After all if he married her his score against A-rod would be down to 3 rings/2 MVPs, and you know that's the only contest that REALLY matters.

D

Posted by: dan in london at December 1, 2006 04:41 AM

What's this?

Has Bat-Girl.com, like many media outlets before it, finally buckled before the pressures of soap-opera-journalism?

Nay, say it is not so! I will not be disillusioned like this...

This was once a home for the Batlings. Those outcasts who sought refuge from the tirades of SI reporters, the fairweather predictions of ESPN, and the self-loathing of hometowners like Patrick Reusse.

I fear BatGirl, too, has succumb to the soap opera-ization of the mainstream media...

Posted by: JohnWayne at December 1, 2006 08:03 AM

The thought of this coming across in a text message has me chuckling...

I picture "I hope U do not think me 2 4ward..."

So many ending possibilities, it's like a choose-your-own adventure series soap opera novella. If you want Biel to bare her bosom to Derek, turn to page 428. If you want Biel to hold off her most inner desires for the good of the universe, turn to page 283. If you want the nefarious Dr. Morneau to edge out Jeter in the AL MVP vote and win Biel's impetulant heart without intangibles, turn to page 144.

Finally, BG, I want to know how resisted ending your post with "Same Bat-time, same Bat-Channel." Was it the threat of a lawsuit? Damn you Adam West, mayor of Quahog!!!!

Nefariously yours (come on, admit it, it is a great word),
YankeeFan

Posted by: YankeeFan at December 1, 2006 08:13 AM

I thought what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

Posted by: Attyfan at December 1, 2006 09:14 AM

I would think a nice Minnesota girl would be more sensible.

Posted by: heraldguy at December 1, 2006 09:14 AM

YANKEE FAN, that would be HILARIOUS! you and I are totally on the same page there. I'm dying of laughter just thinking about the possibilities!

Posted by: CapitalBabs at December 1, 2006 09:19 AM

So Derek Jeter is an emo-boy, huh?

That makes a lot of sense.

Posted by: CarrieICL at December 1, 2006 09:41 AM

Reading these letters has given me the vapors.

Posted by: Roscoe at December 1, 2006 09:43 AM

based on the front covers of Maxim I have seen in the in the grocery, I must say that I am a tad worried as to just what position it is that Jessica wants Derek to remember....

Posted by: msb at December 1, 2006 10:16 AM

Ohhh, the DRAMA!! Hehe, this is fun. I can't wait to see what happens next! I'm sorta pulling for Justin to come out from the shadows and steal her away, put we'll just see what happens I guess. I never thought that Jeter could be so deep and sentimental...who knew?!

Posted by: L.H. girl at December 1, 2006 10:30 AM

Hahaha

I love how this was so proper, until she sent him a picture of her from Maxim. And yet, she's worried about her "reputation".

Also, I'm curious about the farewell to her last letter, "Until then, I remain, Jessica". What will she be when this elusive "then" arrives? Are her days as Jessica numbered? If Jessica has an operation go to page 434...

Posted by: Dave at December 1, 2006 10:32 AM

I think we need some melodramatic organ music for these intrigues.

I am breathless to see what lengths Derek will go to in the name of love. I hope to hear of him standing outside her window, throwing pebbles at it, and breaking into "Nessun dorma." I know I would respond well to that.

Posted by: Carmen at December 1, 2006 10:48 AM

So, like, what happens when Fergie enters the picture? Will there be a catfight? Or will Derek say, "Fergie, I have this buddy named A-Rod who you might..."

Posted by: RonDavis at December 1, 2006 04:47 PM

Thanks to this link (courtesy of aarongleeman.com), it would appear that some folks in NY got a first hand peek at how this soap opera turns out.

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/sfgate/detail?blogid=7&entry_id=11249

or just click my nick.

Posted by: JimCrikket at December 1, 2006 05:05 PM

Wow BG just wow! *Still chuckling to self*
And from twinsbaseball.com
MINNEAPOLIS -- The Twins opened up another space on the 40-man roster Friday when they announced they had signed Josh Rabe to a Major League contract and then out righted him to Triple-A Rochester.
Rabe, 28, played 24 games for the Twins in 2006. He hit .256 (14-for-49) with three home runs and seven RBIs. The outfielder spent the majority of the season with Rochester, where he hit .299 with six home runs and 47 RBIs in 93 games.

The move now leaves just 38 players on the Twins' 40-man roster.

What this means I know not.
twin-X

Posted by: Twin-X at December 1, 2006 10:30 PM

JimCrikket That. Is. Awesome.

Posted by: Twin-X at December 1, 2006 10:33 PM

"connextion"

Heh. Awesome.

Posted by: FordHoiberg at December 1, 2006 11:03 PM

Ha ha, I noticed the same thing, FH. How Jessica manages to construct a phrase like "condone such ardor" and then follow it up with "connextion" is miraculous, if you ask me. Perhaps she was using a thesaurus in hopes of matching Derek's eloquence?

Posted by: Spacey Stacey at December 2, 2006 06:28 AM

I enjoy the Jeter letters but I would have rather read some entries from Britney Spears’ diary. Apparently britney and the new friends (brain cancer and syphilis) were chilling in the club and they ran into Mr. MVP and the batting champ. I hear that there were hearts broken. Who cares about number two’s problems anyway?

Posted by: lnd3 at December 2, 2006 12:00 PM

RonDavis wrote: "So, like, what happens when Fergie enters the picture? Will there be a catfight? Or will Derek say, 'Fergie, I have this buddy named A-Rod who you might...'"

So when did Sarah Duchess of York enter the picture?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarah_Ferguson

Posted by: heraldguy at December 2, 2006 04:48 PM

I was wondering that, too, heraldguy. if we're not talking about the Duchess of York, then who's Fergie? for real. I have no idea.

Posted by: kafumbly at December 2, 2006 04:57 PM

How cool that he is chasing a girl who was actually born in Ely, Minnesota!

Maybe Jeter really likes Minnesota!!!

Posted by: dirtdawg at December 2, 2006 06:04 PM

Ah, Batgirl. You've done it again. You've reached into my soul and plucked at the part of me that simply ADORES books from the 19th century. The wording is so beautiful, and I can feel the emotion. It's great. I loved the letters. I can't wait for the next installment!

Posted by: TwinsPrincess at December 3, 2006 05:21 PM

...but I still don't like Derek Jeter. T.T

Posted by: TwinsPrincess at December 3, 2006 05:22 PM

I think this gives Jessica the opportunity to rise from the D-List to C-list dating Jeter. I liked her on 7th Heaven and she seems to carry herself well. I do think she can do better than Derek once she's done with him. Due to the fact he seems to have a wondering eye for the next hot it girl on the Hollywood watch list. Look what it did for Vanessa Minnillo's career. She was able to snag Nick Lachey and now she her level has been raised to C-list. Plus he's known to cheat and by him being older he seems control freak. Like he did with Vanessa. I don't think he's not even as attactive as he use to be. He looks funny. His body has grown to the size of a man but his head is still the size of a kid. Small head on a big body. Eww! Lastly, He really needs to stop with the Kid & Play hair do. The worst part is he's a Yankee too.

Posted by: Candi at December 3, 2006 10:00 PM

A litte bird told me that Jeter has a new fragrance at Avon called "Driven" (inspired by Jessica?):
http://shop.avon.com/shop/driven/driven_buy.html

Posted by: Stacie at December 4, 2006 08:45 AM

kamfluby, I believe "Fergie" is referring to Stacey Ferguson, of Black Eyed Peas notoriety.

Posted by: JohnWayne at December 4, 2006 09:28 AM

Here, here Candi! I must agree with the anti-jeter sentiment that you show. He doesn't seem like a good teammate (case and point-A-rod situation), and he seems high on himself. Just my thoughts.

I also concur with John Wayne, I do believe that is who they are reffering to.

Posted by: L.H. girl at December 4, 2006 10:17 AM

Would the Doc's colonge smell more like maple syrup or moose antlers?

Posted by: Piranhtachew at December 4, 2006 12:58 PM

Prolly hockey helmets, Pirantachew. Mmmm...

Posted by: Stacie at December 4, 2006 03:42 PM


Yo heraldguy,

RD is tawkin' 'bout me.

Click my name for more.

Love, Fergie

p.s. Do you guys listen to anything other than Lee Greenwood? ;)

Posted by: FergueFerg at December 4, 2006 05:03 PM

Don't listen to Lee Greenwood, either.

Mozart and Beethoven are more my speed

Posted by: heraldguy at December 4, 2006 06:01 PM

I think after he dumps Biel, we'll soon be hearing he's making out in a museum with Lassie. She's pretty and her only clothing is a nice coat. You know he likes them when they wear very little. Besides he's starting to run out of Hollywood starlets with two legs. Lassie, like jessie has a new movie coming out and pretty shes hott too.

Posted by: Petra at December 4, 2006 07:37 PM

Except most of the time, Lassie was played by a male.

Posted by: heraldguy at December 4, 2006 11:30 PM

FWIW

My nickname growing up was Fergie, and even though Jeter is my NSMC, I am not that Fergie, even though I am quite Fergalicious.

p.e.m.

Posted by: public enemy mike at December 5, 2006 01:03 AM