The Bronx news wire is full of cracks and there can be delays if, say, someone stops for coffee and donuts.
“Where have you been?” Javier shouts.
“I had to get us breakfast,” Jon says. “I got the newspapers, too.”
He unloads everything on a bench in Joyce Kilmer Park.
“Here’s your black coffee,” Jon says as he sorts through the bags. “There are two chocolate donuts and I got a couple of bagels, too. I’ll load up the cream cheese if you read the baseball.”
Javier digs through the papers.
“Not much here,” he says. “They had a meeting, but there were no decisions.”
“What would you do?”
“That’s easy,” Javier begins. “Get Joe squared away on a two or three-year deal with the idea that he moves into the front office when it’s finished. Donnie can slide in as manager after that. Then wrap up A-Rod, Mariano, Jorge, Abreu, Molina and Mientkiewicz.”
“What else?” Jon demands.
“Wait for spring.”