A sleepy 2 train rolled through the Bronx and under the Harlem River this morning. Carl – carrying a backpack with a hardhat clipped to the side – got on at 125th Street. He squeezed into a seat and quickly dozed off.
The train jerked him awake at 116th Street and again at 110th Street.
“A late night, huh?” asked the woman sitting next to him.
“The Yankees are playing on the West Coast,” Carl answered.
The woman smiled.
“I hope they won for you,” she said.
“Yeah, they did,” Carl said. “That makes it worth the effort.
“Today is a day game so I’ll get to sleep at a decent hour,” he continued. “I’ll rest easy if they can win another one.”
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3 comments:
It is amazing how a win from the Yankees lifts everyone’s spirits.
My spirits need a lift today!
Joeyboy,
I know that game did not help lift any spirits. We are all hurting in this.
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