Personal - Christopher Modica
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31 Oct

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I Go as The Mets Go It was October 15, 1964. My grandfather, Louis Modica, was watching his beloved Yankees in a heated World Series game seven against the St. Louis Cardinals. Mel Stottlemyre, the Yankees starter, was tasked with facing one of the greatest and...