About time to say you're sorry, Derek By Ian O'Connor In a lot of ways, Derek Jeter came to the New York Yankees out of central casting. A young, [crossout]dreamy[/crossout], athletic shortstop with movie star good looks and [crossout]an ass that just doesn't quit[/crossout] a perfect physique for a middle infielder. He now looks to re-up with the Yankees with a Hall of Fame resume and five, count them, five championship rings. Who would dare reject that resume? Jeter sounds more like a god than a simple free agent shortstop. In fact, maybe another ring puts him in line to succeed Barack Obama. There is no doubt that the Yankees will do the right thing and bring their shortstop back to the Bronx where he belongs. But when he steps to the microphone on that fateful day, Jeter should take the time of offer an apology. He should say he's sorry for being an enabler at a time when baseball desperately needed a whistle-blower and a leader. He should say he's sorry for allowing the monstrous steroid culture to grow fangs on his watch. Jeter was the leader of the Yankees who slugged their way to three consecutive World Series titles from 1998 to 2000 before ultimately taking their heavy lumber to baseball's good name. Of course, Giambi and Pettite admitted to using steroids, effectively nominating the Bronx as a ground zero for the performance-enhancing plague. Jeter declined to comment Wednesday about the the Yankees� 2000 team, which was loaded with players who used performance-enhancing drugs before, during or after that season. Between the Mitchell report and unsealed affidavits filed by law enforcement officials, the count has reached 10, including Clemens, Denny Neagle and Jason Grimsley. Others named included Andy Pettitte, Chuck Knoblauch, Mike Stanton and David Justice, but the use for which they are cited occurred after the 2000 World Series. Not included on that list is current teammate Alex Rodriguez, also an admitted abuser of steroids and [crossout]not nearly as good in bed[/crossout] a key member of the 2009 championship team. Asked about the rampant steroid abuse taking place under his watch, Jeter replied, "That's a question, I guess, you'll have to ask those guys." Weak answers from a strong man. Which is not to say there's a not a lot to like about Derek Jeter, starting with the fact he risked his life for his team, diving into the stands four full steps after catching a pop fly. He made himself a wildly successful major league baseball despite a minimal amount of actual accomplishment and, as detailed in several of my previous columns is cooler than Fonzie and is hung like a one of those horses in Central Park. But Jeter has a hole in his game the size of the gap between short and third when he's fielding his position, as do scores of fellow Yankee players and personnel who once looked the other way. Jeter is likely to preach accountability with the sad sack Yankees, and that's fine. He would make that pitch credible if he started with himself, and took a few minutes on introduction to apologize for an opportunity lost. Ian O'Connor is a total fucking douchebag. You can kick him in the nads if you ever see him on the street.