This blue, split-level home was where Jeter’s journey to 3,000 hits took off. It began in West Milford, N.J. in games of catch with his grandmother, who loved the Yankees, but Jeter was molded here on this quiet street. The arm that would rocket throws to first base developed as he threw balls off the side of the house until one of his parents came out to play with him. The swing formed with thousands of swings on a hitting contraption set up in the one-car garage.
The endless confidence came in a house where the word “can’t” was banned, where the achievements of he and his sister, Sharlee, hung on the wall of the family room — a “Wall of Fame.” In his bedroom, a full Yankees uniform hung on the wall, signifying the dream.