Butch lives way over in Parkchester and only stops by Juan Carlos’s coffee cart when he wants to complain about something.
The regulars usually spot him a block away and most gulp their breakfast and head in the other direction. A stubborn few – Javier from Walton Avenue, Fat Paulie from Gerard Avenue and Jon from Woodycrest Avenue in High Bridge – meet him head on.
“You’re early,” Javier says. “Bitching season doesn’t start for another three months.”
“It’s also nice to see you,” Butch says smugly. “Are you finally ready to admit that Cashman is screwing up this team?”
“No one around here thinks that,” Fat Paulie says. “There’s a lot of work to do this winter, but what makes you think that Cashman isn’t going to get it done?”
“He didn’t even offer arbitration to Abreu,” Butch says. “He should have, at least, set us up to get the draft picks. And why hasn’t he finished a deal with Sabathia and what’s he doing to resign Pettitte and maybe get Teixeira?”
“You don’t know anything about Cashman’s plan,” Jon says. “Why not let him finish rebuilding the team before you start complaining?”
“You guys look at everything through Yankee-colored glasses,” Butch snaps. “Someday you’ll have to admit that I’m right.”
“Why do you waste all this stuff on us?” Javier says with a shrug. “You should do what all the other experts do: Start your own baseball blog.”
“Do you really think I should?” Butch asks.
“Absolutely,” Javier answers.
The others nod, too.
“I’m gonna do it,” Butch says as he turns and heads for home.
“Don’t forget to write,” Fat Paulie says.
“Yeah,” Javier adds. “Make sure and blog it!”