It rained all night. I stopped by a couple of record stores downtown after work and picked up a selection of custom-made cds from some friends. Then I met my old pal Anthony Pick in front of Katz's on Houston street. But I didn't feel like chicken soup so we walked south into the heart of of the hippish lower east side. After we crossed Delancy, a bearded man in a suit asked us, "Are either or you Jewish?" He was looking for recruits I guess.
Anthony set him up and said, "My father's Jewish."
"Mine too," I said.
The man replied, "What about your mother?"
"Sicilian," said Anthony.
"Sicilian?" the man said.
"My mom's Belgian Catholic."
And with that, he lost interest, and Anthony and I laughed as we walked on.
Today gives two games, the first in the afternoon, and then the make-up for last night's game will be tonight.
It's supposed to rain on-and-off all weekend, but right now, it is sunny in the Bronx.