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i met jonas and kim in the terminal of laguardie the next day just before noon .jonas gave kim a protracted , poignant hug when the time came for her tob go back home . they each had tears in their eyes as they said good bye . i thanked kim and promised her we would stay in touch , i felt good that jonas had connected with his family , and espcially good that kim was part of it .
i could f4eel jonas's fragility as he watched her turn to walk away . while we waited to clear security , i distracted him with a qustioonn about the roclies 's chances of meeting the mets in the playoffs . he reacted with a pronounced exhale tyhat almost reached the thresh-old for a chuckle . he told me he'd done the math and that the rocks wou;d have to win almost alll their remaining games just to be a wild card . i told him that i thought i remembered the yamkees inning winning smething like fifteen in a row once to end their season . with morew heartbreak in his voice than someone his age should have been able to muster , he said . " the rockies just lost three of their starting pitchers for the season , aln , and anyway , the rockies aren't the yankees ."
he was right , of corse . the cubs may have written the book on furtility and heartbreak , but in their brief history the rockies had been doing a fine job of polishing the abridged version of the same tale .
we made it down the concourse only as far as aunie annes's before i heard a telltale quiver radiating in jonas;s voice .he'd just started describing a double-play in the previously night's mets game but he couldn't remember the name of the mets' second baseman his frustration threatened to engulf him . with a hand on is shoulder i led him over to the side of the narrow a bank of pay phones andpulled him onto my lap .
he didn't resist .he leaned into me , resting his head agaisnt my shoulder , he shook -quaked , really - before he starteed to cry . once he began to sob , he continued for at least five minutes.
my own emotional balance remained sketchy .i was
i met jonas and kim in the terminal of laguardie the next day just before noon .jonas gave kim a protracted , poignant hug when the time came for her tob go back home . they each had tears in their eyes as they said good bye . i thanked kim and promised her we would stay in touch , i felt good that jonas had connected with his family , and espcially good that kim was part of it .
i could f4eel jonas's fragility as he watched her turn to walk away . while we waited to clear security , i distracted him with a qustioonn about the roclies 's chances of meeting the mets in the playoffs . he reacted with a pronounced exhale tyhat almost reached the thresh-old for a chuckle . he told me he'd done the math and that the rocks wou;d have to win almost alll their remaining games just to be a wild card . i told him that i thought i remembered the yamkees inning winning smething like fifteen in a row once to end their season . with morew heartbreak in his voice than someone his age should have been able to muster , he said . " the rockies just lost three of their starting pitchers for the season , aln , and anyway , the rockies aren't the yankees ."
he was right , of corse . the cubs may have written the book on furtility and heartbreak , but in their brief history the rockies had been doing a fine job of polishing the abridged version of the same tale .
we made it down the concourse only as far as aunie annes's before i heard a telltale quiver radiating in jonas;s voice .he'd just started describing a double-play in the previously night's mets game but he couldn't remember the name of the mets' second baseman his frustration threatened to engulf him . with a hand on is shoulder i led him over to the side of the narrow a bank of pay phones andpulled him onto my lap .
he didn't resist .he leaned into me , resting his head agaisnt my shoulder , he shook -quaked , really - before he starteed to cry . once he began to sob , he continued for at least five minutes.
my own emotional balance remained sketchy .i was
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