"It sure looked like it had a chance, didn't it?

The players in the home dugout thought it did, leaning their bodies over the barrier as the ball sailed toward the right-field wall. The players in the visiting dugout did, too, watching their right fielder back pedal to the edge of the warning track with his glove in the air.

The man who hit it? Derek Jeter was less certain. He hoped it had a chance. He prayed it had a chance. But after taking swings in the Bronx for so many years, he could tell it didn't feel quite right.

"I just hit it too high," Jeter said. "But you never know in New York.""