Everyday Baseball

I was digging through the newspaper on the 2 train when someone jabbed my arm. It was my friend Javier.

“What are you reading,” he asked.

“Baseball,” I said. “What else is worth reading?”

“Nothing,” Javier shrugged. “Unless you want to feel bad.”

“There’s plenty of news that will do that,” I agreed.

“At least baseball is good these days, right?” Javier asked.

“Yeah,” I smiled. “No matter how bad things get we always have baseball.”