A man on the 2 train bristled at the idea. He scanned the newspaper to confirm what was floating around the Bronx this morning.
“Yup,” he said. “They called the game ‘meaningless.’”
He shook his head.
“There’s no such thing as a meaningless baseball game,” the man explained. “Hughes pitched really well and Nady got a big hit and Abreu clocked a grand slam. The Yankees won and that means a lot to me.
“Take a look at the politicians in Washington if you want something meaningless,” the man said. “Everything that comes out of that place is meaningless to anyone but the richest. They’ve been robbing us for years and now their idea to fix things is to rob us some more.”
The man shrugged.
“The bankers will get their billions and we’ll lose our homes and our jobs,” he said. “About the only meaningful thing we’ll have left is our baseball team.
“I guess we’ll have to settle for that,” the man continued. “What choice do we have?”