I’ve been a long-time fan of Giant’s baseball; my first-ever pro baseball game was at Candlestick, I think I was nine. It was a Giants – Pirates game, my dad rooted for Pittsburgh, I rooted for Willie (both of them), Orlando, Jim, and a passel of Alou’s. No matter where I went, and I’ve been to many places courtesy of the Navy, I kept track of the G-men. I remember the cries of "Bye bye baby” on the transistor radio I used to sneak into bed, so I could hear the night games.
I’m turning 60 this year, on July 15, 2011. My son, who is currently on active duty with the Navy (third generation Navy) in San Diego, has custody of his step-son (who I call “grandson”) during the summers. Baseball has played a huge roll in my relationship with my son, and I found out that his step-son has never been to any professional sporting event before. This was a no-brainer for me, I’ve made plans to spend my birthday with my son and grandson, at the game in San Diego. We’ll be sitting in Section 302 (right above you), Row 19, Seats 16, 17, and 18. It’s “Orange Friday,” so I’ll be flying the colors.
Please come up and say “Hi” before the game.
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