Fly ball, left field. It’s heading for no-man’s land down the line, surely a blooping base-hit by Red Sox outfielder Trot Nixon, giving them an extra-inning lead in what is already an instant classic in the Bronx. One player had different ideas. Out of the hole at shortstop comes Derek Jeter, storming for the ball at full-speed. He reaches up over his head, snags the third out, and promptly crashes into the second row. As he’s pulled out of the stands with blood drawn on the chin, one thing is apparent: nobody on that field wants it more than him. But is that drive to succeed every single night, even in a July meeting with the Red Sox, enough to make him the all-time icon that he is?