Everyone watching the baseball game on television was Mexican.
Javier was Mexican even though he was born in Carolina, Puerto Rico, and lives on Walton Avenue.
Jose was born in La Romana, Dominican Republic, and lives on the Grand Concourse, but he was Mexican, too.
Mamadou is from Bamako, Mali, and lives on Jerome Avenue, but he was also Mexican.
Jon has lived his whole life in this Bronx neighborhood, but he was Mexican on this day.
We were all Mexican because the Yaquis de Obregon – champions of the Mexican League – are trying to come from behind against the Dominican League powerhouse Tigres del Licey.
Licey was on top in the Caribbean Series and they were leading this game by three runs heading to the ninth.
The Yaquis were winless in the tournament.
We all wished for a rally, but it was Carlos Valencia’s two-RBI triple and Oscar Robles’s game-tying single that gave everyone hope.
Nelson Figueroa – another New Yorker who was Mexican – pitched out of jam in the bottom of the ninth. Then we all wondered if Roberto Saucedo could win the game.
Saucedo homered in the second inning and he came up in the 10th with two on and one out and every Mexican cheered as the ball again sailed into the leftfield seats.
We crept closer to the television as Figueroa closed it out for all of us who were Mexican on this day.