The guys gathered around Juan Carlos’s coffee cart couldn’t look each other in the eye this morning. They gripped their steaming cups, ripped into glazed donuts and nervously toed the sidewalk.
The silence grew unbearable and Juan Carlos took action.
“Did you guys pull a bank job together?” he asked.
There was nervous laughter, but no one looked up.
“So what did all of you do this weekend?” Juan Carlos asked.
“Watched baseball,” someone muttered.
“So that’s what this is about,” Juan Carlos said. “You are guilty about pulling for another team. Who was it? Chicago? It couldn’t be Boston or Tampa Bay or the Angels, could it?”
“I wasn’t pulling for any of them,” someone snapped. “I hope they all lose.”
“But all of them can’t lose,” Juan Carlos pointed out.
“Hey,” someone fired. “You never know what can happen in this game. Anything is possible and you have to keep the faith.”