"Not a good
play," he corrected me in Spanish. "Just the play you're supposed to
like to make the major leagues?"
"In my short
life, I have accomplished little aside from baseball," he said. "So my
answer is, yes, I would like to play there. But perhaps later, when I
accomplish other things, my answer would be different."
played Cayey in a game of two town teams, 2,000 fans showed up at 9:45 p.m. at
the modern ball park in Guaynabo. Guaynabo's uniforms were blue and white.
Cayey wore faded red. Guaynabo was leading by two runs when a cloudburst
struck. The home team's ground crew moved so slowly that the field was
drenched. The fans chattered and applauded and sipped beer. The Cayey manager
announced that he was protesting the game "because of Guaynabo's lazy
ground crew." The fans hooted and laughed, and everyone went home.
Near the ball park
in Las Piedras, on the narrow road that twists toward Humacao Beach, a young
man was playing pepper with his son. Their names were Jos� Soto, junior and
senior, and after Mayoral introduced us', Mr. Soto said, " Vic Power tells
me my child's swing is so good I should not touch it."
"�Tu eres de
Nueva York?" the small boy asked me. Was I from New York?
Had I seen the
Yankees? Would I watch him?
chattered like a salesman, and Jos� Soto Jr., who is seven, swung wildly, then
missed six ground balls out of eight.
well," I told the father.