Back in the news almost a decade after his infamous "catch," Jeffrey Maier tries to change his image
By Matthew Taylor
It’s been nearly 10 years and I still can’t get over it. To this day I keep seeing his face. There it was last night in my Sports Illustrated (Scorecard, April 17). Then I saw it again this morning on my television (SportsCenter’s “Top 10 Plays”). Is there no escaping Jeffrey Maier?
Perhaps you’re fortunate enough that you don’t recognize the name Jeffrey Maier. He became baseball’s most notorious 12-year-old on Oct. 9, 1996, when he did some early trick-or-treating during the ALCS, tricking
Jeffrey Maier is back in the news this week, but this time it’s for his bat rather than his glove. Maier, now a senior third baseman at
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Whether he likes it or not, Jeffrey Maier cannot escape his past. The scarlet letters might be interlocked - an “N” and a “Y” - but, like poor Hester Prynne, Jeffrey Maier must forever bear the burden of his impure act. He can keep references to his Yankee Stadium heroics out of the Wesleyan baseball team’s media guide, but Maier is to fan interference what Monica Lewinsky is to White House interns. His image, like that infamous blue dress, is stained.
In my opinion, Maier should stop trying to resist his place in baseball history. Rather, he should do like those faded stars on VH-1’s “The Surreal Life” and simply accept the fact that he’ll forever be typecast in his most famous role.
Bronson Pinchot will always be Balki. Sherman Helmsley will always be George Jefferson. And Jeffrey Maier will always be a 12-year-old punk kid who rode the shoulders of fans in the right field seats, appeared on “Good Morning America” and “Live with Regis and Kathy,” turned down similar opportunities with Geraldo (who was reportedly offering $1,000) and Letterman, was treated to lunch at Manhattan’s All-Star Café, and got a limousine ride and free tickets to Game 2 of the ALCS, all because he stole a baseball (source: The Atlanta Journal-Constitution, Oct. 11, 1996).
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Some would have you believe there are ghosts in Yankee Stadium. Derek Jeter said as much following the 2003 ALCS (funny thing, those “ghosts” went away during the World Series that year), and others have followed suit. But the thing that really haunts me – other than Tim McCarver’s unlimited ghost references during any and every taut Yankee playoff game – is Jeffrey Maier’s fishing expedition in 1996 when he reeled in the big one for the Bronx Warning Track Bomber.