Grandson Victor with LouSeal
I guess one of the coolest things to have happened in a long time has been the rise of the Giants in the West. San Francisco waited for a long time to get a World Series victory, but three in five years is almost dynastic. I've been a Giants fan for a long time, but I used to watch the ballgames alone. Now, courtesy of Comcast Sports Net - Bay Area, we get every game, not just the occasional odd game on ESPN, Fox, or NBC, and they are always on one of our TV's. Tyffany always liked baseball, and kept score for her brother's games. She learned the rules, and I always hoped she would marry someone who knew only a little about the game; Peter seems to be perfect.
See, if she'd have married some guy who "thought" he knew baseball, the marriage would have lasted one season. He would divorce her because she would always be right. I've always thought she could be an umpire, but she'd have to work on her temper, or guys would be leaving the game in groups. I could see her going into the stands to eject hecklers...
Anyway... Since the Giants started winning, even Mary is becoming a die-hard fan. Having the game on, every game, is kind of her thing. For me, I can be satisfied with listening to the game on radio, Mary is more visually oriented, so in our two TV living room, one has the game on.
And then, there's the grandsons... Victor (above) once told a group of Dodger fans, in Chavez Ravine, "NO! Let's go GI-ANTS". He gets away with it because he's cute, and only six. Even little Ryan knows, "Go, go Giants!" and he's only 16 months old.
We're a Giants Family. Three generations worth. What more can an old geezer want, eh?
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