Jose lived in San Juan, and all he ever wanted was to see a baseball game in Yankee Stadium. Jose loved base-ball; he loved the Yankees. He worked and saved and at long last bought a ticket, took a plane to New York.
When he got to Yankee Stadium, it was all sold out. Not a seat to be had.
Jose pleaded, touched the heart of the ticket office and they found him a seat way out in the bleachers behind the flag pole.
Jose saw his baseball game and went back to Puerto Rico, flying so high he almost didn't need a plane.
"Well, Jose," they asked when he returned, "how was it?"
Jose raved. The Stadium, the game, the Yankees? And most of all the fans, so friendly, so concerned about him that before the game. They had all stood up and turned to him and sang, "Jose? Can you see?"
When he got to Yankee Stadium, it was all sold out. Not a seat to be had.
Jose pleaded, touched the heart of the ticket office and they found him a seat way out in the bleachers behind the flag pole.
Jose saw his baseball game and went back to Puerto Rico, flying so high he almost didn't need a plane.
"Well, Jose," they asked when he returned, "how was it?"
Jose raved. The Stadium, the game, the Yankees? And most of all the fans, so friendly, so concerned about him that before the game. They had all stood up and turned to him and sang, "Jose? Can you see?"