Yesterday I brought Gramma back with me from Linwood House, as she was coming back to spend the weekend in "the city" with her daughter. She flipped through the newspaper while we waited in the ferry lineup, and our conversation covered several current events before finally arriving at the Red Sox winning the World Series.
Gramma was five years old when they last won it all.
She put down the paper, looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, then pronounced her judgement.
"You know Mike, it all comes down to pitching."
She's 91 years old. That was the line of the day.