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Baseball Star Avoids Fans, Film at Eleven

I love the town I live in, and will generally defend it against its reputation as a remote, upstate city where it snows non-stop. But man, nothing screams provincial, backwoods bumpkinism quite like today's flap over the mysterious missing Derek Jeter. It's embarrasing.

First, I could hardly believe the piece in yesterday's D&C basically advertising Jeter's appearance at a downtown piano bar. Then, I was shocked that a similar story ran on last night's 6 o'clock news. And now, yes, that's right: "Angry Rochester fans of Derek Jeter want to know where he was Thursday night." Um, maybe hiding from you?

On the bright side, at least it got people downtown to the beleagured High Falls district. Maybe we could schedule a regular celebrity "appearance." Just imagine:

Next week, P. Diddy will drive down State St. in his Hummer limo! Be there to gaze at your reflection in his tinted, bulletproof windows as the motorcade rolls by!