Jose Calero believes in gods.
He figures the gods are against him if the elevators aren’t working when he delivers pizzas to one of the tall apartment buildings. If he has to climb above the fifth floor he becomes convinced that the gods hate him.
“They always show their feelings,” Calero explained. “If things go bad then I try and do good and make the gods happy. Things are always better when the gods are on your side.”
Calero doesn’t believe in a specific god.
“I believe in all gods,” he said. “There are different gods for different things: Elevator gods and money gods, too. Once I was out of cash and wasn’t even going to be able to buy groceries, but I found $20 on the ground. The gods were looking out for me.”
The gods gave him a landlord who lets the rent slide sometimes and friends who look out for him.
“I’ve got it pretty good,” Calero admitted. “I just need the gods for the little things like elevators and money and baseball.”
Calero paused and dug around in his pocket. He pulled out a coin and flipped it in the air.
“I bought a newspaper this morning and got this back as change,” he said. “I thought it was a quarter at first, but it’s a coin from Panama.
“That’s a sign from the gods,” Calero continued. “Mariano is from Panama and next year is sure to be his best ever.”
Someone pointed out that every year is Mariano Rivera’s best ever.
“But this will be even better,” Calero insisted. “He will save the final game of the World Series and lead the parade downtown.”
“There is no stopping us now. The baseball gods are on our side.”