This morning, my Grandpa passed away at the age of 78. He had a huge heart and loving soul, but he passed away this morning after complications from heart surgery. My Grandpa was quite a character and his love for the Mets was truly outstanding. Even during his last few weeks, my Grandpa still complained about the leaky Mets, bullpen and questioned whether the team could actually "do it this season." As I joked to my father earlier, the Mets bullpen is probably the worst thing for a man with a bad heart to see. But, I tell you, he loved baseball. The power of baseball made us closer and talking baseball with my Grandpa will remain engraved in my head forever. And that's what is so special about baseball, it brings people together and engraves memories into our heads. Now, I'm not to big on super natural powers, but if the powers at be could somehow give my family a Mets victory tonight, it would mean the world to me. RIP Grandpa.
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