A restless night gave way to an anxious morning in the Bronx. Jose looked down the subway platform and into the tunnel for a 2 train.
“What’s taking so long?” he asked no one in particular. “Do they think I’ve got all day?”
Heads turned and eyes rolled.
Jose laughed at himself.
“I’m sorry to rant,” he said to anyone who would listen. “I didn’t get enough sleep and I’ve already had too much coffee.
“I spent half the night trying to get updates on Chien-Ming Wang,” Jose continued. “I eventually came to the conclusion that he was on an airplane coming home and there wouldn’t be anything new on his injured foot. I finally went to sleep, but I woke up early to check the newspapers.
“I know there’s nothing I can do,” he went on, “but I can’t help myself. I need to know what’s going on with my baseball team.”
A few more heads turned and some eyes rolled his way.
Jose laughed at himself, again.
“Where’s that train?”