Heck of a deal.
I always have to mention that a Giants game was the first major league game I ever watched in person, in San Francisco's Candlestick Park in 1962.
Willie Mays roamed center field for the Giants and Pete Rose was a rookie second baseman with the Cincinnati Reds when I excitedly witnessed my first game.
More than anything else I remember the chill of the night in windy Candlestick.
Later, as a young man, I lived in San Francisco and preferred to go over to Oakland to watch the A's if I wanted to see a night game.
Baseball is an indelible delight best displayed in the dead of summer, but who can resist the World Series?
TS
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