How I Became A Fan Of The San Francisco Giants

I was born and raised in San Francisco. My late Aunt came to San Francisco in 1958, the same time the Giants arrived in San Francisco. She told me stories about seeing the parade and Willie Mays. My late mother took me to games when I was a baby at the old Seals Stadium. As I got older, she would take me to Candlestick Park and I saw my heroes such as Mays, McCovey,Marichal, Fuentes, Perry, Speier and many others. I was in the stands at Candlestick that August day when Ed Halicki threw his no-hitter in the second game of a doubleheader against the New York Mets. I used to tell my classmates the stats from that game with a huge smile on my face! My Mom was a big fan of Willie McCovey and Vida Blue as I was. I remember the 1978 season when the Giants were in first place in the old National League West. I remember the night the Giants were in L.A. Playing the hated Dodgers(sorry babe! My wife is a Dodgers fan!) and Randy Mofifitt supposedly hit Dodgers Shortstop Bill Russell. Umpire Joe West was behind the plate and gave Russell first base which allowed the runner to score from third and the Dodgers won that night. I was so mad, I wrote the Commissioner Of Baseball at the time Bowie Kuhn and got an answer from Monte Irvin who said the call was a judgment call. I still have that letter! My Mom moved me in 1978 to Greenville Mississippi and I had to follow my hometown team from afar. At the time there was no internet and the only way I was able to watch the Orange and Black was when they were playing the Atlanta Braves or listen to them on radio playing against the Cardinals or Reds. In this blog, I will tell you how I kept the faith of being a Giants fan from so far away! Thanks for reading.