My 80-something grandmother lived there in a house she and her husband proudly purchased in the late l900's. Children of Irish immigrants, it was their pride and joy. For some reason my grandmother, never a baseball fan, became one. She fell in love with those hopeless Mets. Always alert and intelligent, I loved to visit her and watch current events on television in those turbulent sixties.
Miracles can happen.
I laughed at the apparent silliness of the comment. Until that October. The Mets proved miracles can happen. They won the National League pennant. They were in the Series.