Jimmy Blain was playing on the 2 train last night. He kept bouncing a rubber ball off the facing bench and snatching it with his glove. The other riders waited for a mistake, but he was perfect from Park Place to 14th Street.
“What did you expect?” he shot. “I’m Mariano Rivera.”
Blain shifted around in the seat to show off his T-shirt. It was white with hand drawn pinstripes, an NY on the front and a 42 on the back. He tugged on his Yankees cap and explained:
“I always go to the Halloween parade as Mariano because I met him once.”
That caught people’s attention.
“You met Mariano Rivera?” someone asked.
“Yeah,” Blain answered. “Well, a bunch of us did. He was stuck in traffic after a game and we ran up to his car. He put down the window and signed stuff and talked to us and I shook his hand. I definitely shook his hand.”
“That’s not really meeting him,” someone shot. “Quit trying to trick us.”
“I did meet him,” Blain shot back.
He fired the ball off the seat.
“Of course I met him,” Blain said snatching the ball with his glove.
“I shook his hand.”