My Uncle Bill stretched back in his recliner, eyes closed, a Budda smile, headphones were slightly askew over his full head of gray hair. He was in his late 80’s. I knew he was listening to the Mets and that night they were struggling with the Cardinals. I’d tuned in the game on the TV across from him. My Aunt Alberta, his wife, my dad’s sister, was somewhere nearby in their Larchmont home, leaving us alone to watch sports and catch up on news. I’d only visited him several