It was easy to tire of the incessant coverage of Derek Jeter's last season, easy to grow weary of the gift-giving and testimonials, but Derek Jeter again rose above hyperbole and the grotesque sentimentality that can coat Yankee Stadium like an early frost.

Jeter again delivered in the clutch.

When Kirby Puckett retired, Tom Kelly sat in front of a microphone and his farewell speech went something like this: ``How lucky am I, that I got to see every one of his at-bats?"

Well, how lucky are we, that Jeter came to Minneapolis for his last All-Star game?

How lucky are we, that every great moment these days is televised?

In his first at-bat in his last All-Star game, at Target Field, Jeter delivered an opposite-field double with his patented inside-out swing.

In his first at-bat in his last game at Yankee Stadium, while fighting emotions he'd never before had to fight, he delivered a double.

Then he took the field for the top of the ninth. His team led by three runs. He would likely never bat again in Yankee Stadium. He fought back tears. Announcers wondered whether he would be removed for a final curtain call.

That wouldn't have been a true Jeter curtain call, not at Yankee Stadium.

This was: The Orioles miraculously rallied for three runs, tying the score. Jeter would bat third in the bottom of the night.

The Yankees put a runner on second with one out. Jeter came to the plate.

And delivered.

He smacked another patented hit to rightfield, rounded the bases, and was as we will remember him, jubilant in victory.

He didn't want to come out of the game. And he delivered.

What did we expect?