The Crown Diner – like most things in the Bronx – goes by more than one name. Ask for the Crown Restaurant, Crown Donuts or just the Crown and you’ll end up at the same place.
But – like all things in the Bronx – this place is never the same. It can go from bleary-eyed drunk to bright and thoughtful while you are still on your first cup of coffee.
It was business as usual on the last Sunday before pitchers and catchers report.
Everyone turns as Javier comes set in the middle of the restaurant.
“Pettitte is even better now,” he says. “More movement on his cutter. He can really dominate righties.”
The cannonball-gutted cab driver stares in before a near perfect imitation of Pettitte’s delivery sends a crumpled paper cup across the room. It hits the leg of a mother eating breakfast with her two children.
She kicks it back and Javier grins.
“I like that Andy’s back.”
There is a lot to like about the New York Yankees this year. They have plenty of young arms to backup the veteran starters. The bullpen is deep and ends with Mariano Rivera. The offense is loaded, the defense is sound and there is always Derek Jeter.
“I wish the season was starting today,” Javier says. “This is our year.”
That’s all anyone needs to know on this day.