Sunday Afternoon

It’s a beautiful day for baseball in the Bronx. They are playing in parks and parking lots with bats and baseballs and broomsticks and handballs. They have milk-carton gloves and cardboard bases and a warm April sun.

Over coffee and newspapers the talk turns to the Yankees who are stuck in Boston on get-away day.

“Who ever heard of playing baseball on a Sunday night?” someone asks.

“Fat-cat TV guys,” another shoots back.

“The players play the games and we buy the tickets. Why don’t we get a say?”

Everyone laughs.

It’s a good day to discuss matters of interest and Robinson Cano comes up next.

We recently heard an interview where Cano was asked to explain why he hits better on the road than at Yankee Stadium. It was suggested that there could be fewer distractions away from the Bronx.

“Maybe,” Cano said. “You don’t have to worry about leaving early and driving in the traffic.”

We tossed this around awhile and may have hit on something. There are plenty of great places to live within walking distance of the Stadium. At the very least we can chip in to get him a MetroCard.

“This is New York City. Who even knows how to drive?”

Silence.

“I like this Chase Wright,” someone pipes up.

“I’m looking forward to tonight. Going to listen on the radio.”

“They come home on Wednesday, right?”

“Yeah.”