Okay, so, as no surprise, Derek Jeter apparently thinks his shit doesn't stink.

But now, for a nominal fee and a visit from the Avon lady, he can give you the same pleasure.

Here's an Article... I didn't read it.

Greeeaaaat... Who the hell asked you, Jeter? No one cares. No one wants your filthy scented alcohol solution. Shove it. Sure, women love to smell like their favorite singers. That is understandable. Britney Spears, Jeniffer Lopez, Celine Dion? FINE. But no dude wants to smell like another dude. And that is a fact. And even if I did, I certainly wouldn't pick an athlete. Athletes have funk. And not that natural male funk either. They have Athlete's Funk. Even still, I would rather buy a John Madden cologne than a Derek Jeter cologne.

When all is said and done, though, the question remains: What kind of straight dude puts his name on a cologne? Especially one he didn't make himself. I can just see Jeter sniffing samples to decide which one he wants. So, have you guessed what all of this means yet? No? Here it is....

It can mean NOTHING else.