In the 50's and 60's we'd take the Belmont Avenue bus, then on stop south on what was then the Englewood Line. She'd sit there, with a single cup of beer, and a cigar in a green jade holder, and study the game, focused like a Buddist monk. Only weekday games. (She thought cheering wasn't 'proper'.) Hey, she was a nutty Austrian lady.
It's been over a century. Please, just this once?
That is a GREAT story and for your Grandmother’s sake I guess Just This Once would be pretty okay!
Just for Nana