For fucks sake Bob grow up. ] Sunday, February 8, 2009 Last updated: Monday February 9, 2009, 11:52 AM By BOB KLAPISCH RECORD COLUMNIST Baseball is at the outer limits now, a dark universe where everyone cheats and lies. Let us join hands and admit we�re down to the last player we can trust � Derek Jeter. Pity this sport if the Yankee captain falls into the abyss, too. With Alex Rodriguez now exposed as a steroid fraud, baseball turns to Jeter as the last outpost of honesty. Someone has to be beyond suspicion; someone has to care enough to say �no� to the syringe. It�s Jeter, it has to be. Indeed, most Yankee fans will take his shrinking power numbers over the artificial A-Rod�s. Now we know how a man could hit 50 home runs and play Gold Glove middle-infield defense at the same time. But give A-Rod this much credit: His fall from grace has legitimized Jeter�s decline. We can take comfort in the fact that the captain is aging before our eyes; it assures us that he�s clean. Jeter�s home runs are down, his slugging percentage is shriveling, he�s hardly steals bases anymore. And that�s how it should be for a soon-to-be 35-year-old. Though it may create a public-relations nightmare for the Yankees in 2010 when Jeter�s contract expires, his lowered profile has turned him into the anti-Alex Rodriguez. Which is why he cannot fall, not now, not even retroactively. If Jeter�s name is among the 103 players who failed drug tests in 2003, we might as well turn off the remote this summer and start watching the Newark Bears or Jersey Jackals. Or maybe it�s time to surrender to the WWE. We are, after all, reeling from the news that A-Rod, the onetime poster boy for clean living, is a liar, after all. And he�s not the only one being shamed: According to Sports Illustrated, the players� union was part of the scam, tipping off A-Rod to an imminent drug test in 2004. Of course, some baseball insiders said A-Rod�s incredible growth and surge in muscularity over the years should�ve been a tipoff. Perhaps. But no one ever waged a whispering campaign against Jeter, who, with a laugh once said, �Just look at me� when the conversation at his locker turned to steroids. He�s just a notch above skin and bones, not much in the way of muscle. Nor has Jeter ever experienced an unnatural spike in his numbers; he peaked in 1999 at the age of 25 and hasn�t been quite the same since. The arc of Jeter�s career, in fact, is even more believable than Mariano Rivera�s, who�s maintained his inhuman cut-fastball even as he begins this season at age 39. There�s no doubt Rivera is the greatest closer in the sport�s history. His durability is due, in large part to his natural athleticism, conditioning and work ethic. But this is what one major-league talent evaluator had to say about Rivera after it was learned that A-Rod, another hard worker, had been exposed as a fraud. �If you want to start taking a hard look at everyone, and I mean everyone, then look at the year Rivera was in the minors and all of a sudden goes from 91 mph to 95-96 mph [on the radar gun], in just one start,� he said. �If I�m going to be suspicious of everyone, that�s one thing that would jump right out at me.� The idea that Rivera could�ve been enhanced is more than the Yankees care to contemplate. It�s too dark, too sinister � just as indigestible as Jeter using a syringe. It takes a certain mind-set to cheat like that. It requires a torrent of vanity and arrogance, not to mention a risk-taking gene that borders on stupidity. Jeter has never craved attention the way A-Rod has. Rivera has displayed the same modesty. But arm-chair psychiatrists beware: Everyone believed that Andy Pettitte was as innocent as a dove, too. Just goes to show, the lure of steroids is so powerful, no one is immune to its temptations. There are those � Barry Bonds sycophants, mostly � who insist that juicing doesn�t actually enhance a ballplayer�s skills; you can either hit home runs or you can�t. But if that were true, why have so many players injected themselves? The answer comes from a former major-leaguer, who told me recently why he used steroids at the midpoint of his career and how they helped him. �The biggest thing was my vision. I saw the ball so much better and I was able to wait longer before I swung,� he said. �The ball looked like a softball. I couldn�t believe how easy it was to hit.� Turns out, a vast number of players found similar reasons to fall in love with the juice, perhaps as many as 70 percent during the steroid heyday. That�s why it�s important to hunt down the honest ones and, yes, put them on a pedestal. It takes guts to say no to synthetic achievements. It takes strength to age naturally. A-Rod was too insecure to trust his genetic coding, and now he�s paying the price. His debt to baseball cannot be repaid any time soon. Perhaps Rodriguez doesn�t know (or care) about the devastating effect of his fall. All of baseball suffers with the knowledge that his home runs and speed were concocted in a laboratory. Woozy with bad news, baseball only has one place left to turn. Fingers crossed, prayers said fast and furious, the sport embraces its last remaining icon. Jeter better not fail, too.