I recently read Richard Ben Cramer's biography of DiMaggio, A Hero's Life, which was by no means kind to its subject on a personal level but brought home what an immense talent and extraordinary player he was, MFY folderol notwithstanding. Looking at his numbers on BB Ref, his prime seasons are mind-boggling and his postwar seasons are close. The only thing that might make him seem less impressive 60 years after his retirement (and 75 years after he broke in) is a relatively short career compared to other greats and the fact that many who would tell you if you didn't see DiMaggio, you didn't see the best are no longer with us. Though the circumstances surrounding the relative brevity of their careers did not stem from the same root cause, I get the feeling there's a little something similar to Jackie Robinson's major league statistics at work here, that for both of them (far more so for Robinson given that he was kept out of the majors until he was 28), seeing them first-hand was vital to understanding why they're such enormous deals. (Check out Jackie's similar batters here -- you'll see a couple of names I'll bet you weren't expecting.) I'm the last person you'll find wanting to build up MFYness with "he was graceful, he was a winner," but for the first time I really understood what everybody in my father's generation was talking about with Joe DiMaggio. But fuck Jeter.