So I’ve never, ever, ever, ever been one of those “Speak English or don’t live here” people. As far as I’m concerned, people in American can speak whatever language they want. It’s their right, and if they want to miss out on certain things by not understanding the official language, hey, who am I to complain? It impacts my life in precisely, oh, zero ways.
That said, while watching a couple of minutes of the Yankees’ postgame show tonight, I was shocked to see Bartolo Colon using a Spanish-English translator.
Is there anything, technically, wrong with this? No, there isn’t. But Colon ain’t exactly a new kid on the block. Born and raised in the poor Dominican town of Altamira, Colon first came to the United States in 1993—eighteen long years ago. Since then, he’s spent the bulk of his time living here, traveling to the various cities, meeting tons of people, etc … etc.
So how doesn’t he now speak fluent English?
Honestly, I’m not sure. But it’s sorta weird.
