My Grandma and The Mets

My grandma passed away last week at age 96, having lived a long and, at least to me, quite remarkable life. Until she had a stroke at age 92, she lived independently, and went out almost every day, to the senior center, the library, the botanic gardens, museums, restaurants, the movies, everywhere. She took classes, wrote poetry, and probably over the course of her life watched at least a thousand Mets games on TV, and maybe quite a few more than that.
In the year or two before her stroke, she and a couple of her friends found themselves in the habit of going to the movies pretty much every weekend. At one point, I had the idea to blog her movie reviews, which, looking back on them now, make me happy I wrote down so many of her words and sad that she’s gone.
I came across one passage about the Mets, from 2008, about a month after Willie Randolph was replaced by Jerry Manuel. I found her take on the Mets at the time to be pretty amusing:
I’ve been watching the Mets game. They’ve been doing so well lately. Maybe they were threatened they would lose their jobs. All of a sudden they all got so good. I know they have the new manager, but he stands in the dugout, he never smiles, he seems like he is not enjoying himself, so I don’t know if he is the one motivating them, but something must be going on because all week they have been winning every game.
I was hoping I’d unearth more baseball-related content from the archives of my posts about her, but, alas, the only way I can post more about my grandma is to venture seriously off-topic.




