I’m not much of a sports fan, a fact that tends to make me the odd male out at family gatherings and such.
Thanks largely to my aunt and my grandmother, I went to a lot of Giants games in my youth.
It was a hard time to be a Giants fan. Not that it is ever really easy. But I got to see a lot of great players. I saw Willy Mays get his 3,000th hit. I saw Willie McCovey play his last professional game at home. (A double header, where he got a double that brought in the run to win the first game. Then, in Giants style, they lost the second.) I’ve been to two All Star games, including the last one that was held at Candlestick Park.
And over the years that I was a fan in good standing, a member of the Giants Boosters, and a regular attendee at games, I always wanted two things.
I got to see the cross-bay series back in 1989. But the Giants got stomped.
When the A’s are good, they are really good. And when they’re bad, they’re really bad. That year they were good.
Of course, the less said about the 2002 World Series the better. So close.
Now however, for only the third time in my life, the Giants are actually in the World Series. And they got into the playoffs on the last game too.
So now we’ll see, will my childhood desire to see my favorite team win the World Series finally come to pass.
They certainly looked good in the first game. 11 to 7 is a pretty strong win.
Oddly enough, the last Giants game I actually went to, they also won with 11 points.
Now they just need to win three more games.