"How do you know that, Granny?"
"I'm retired. That's all I do, watch you."
"Why don't you get out there and hit for me?"
"Believe me, brother, if I could hit for you. I would. Listen, Kev. I think you could be a superstar. This is your time. There's a star born every day. Tomorrow it'll be somebody else's time. If you don't shine now, you'll start saying you could've done better. Ain't no use talking about what you could've done. Your day will pass, so you've got to take advantage of it now."
In July 1987 Mitchell sat in a Montreal hotel room, his bags at his feet, a telephone receiver cricked to his ear.
"Granny," he said. "I'm coming home."
"The Padres traded me to San Francisco."
"Traded you! Your Aunt Janice just bought a couple of Padres toothbrushes. Now she'll have to take them back."
"Nobody wants me, Granny. I'm tired of shifting around. I want to settle down. I should have stuck with football. Baseball has too many trades."