I was nine years old in 1962, and my father didn't take me to any World Series games. I don't mention this to dis him ... we went to a few Giants games a year, that seemed like enough when I was a kid. Just stating the facts.
In 1989, I attended two World Series games over the course of three scheduled dates. The first one, of course, ended before it started with an earthquake. The next two ended with the Giants losing both games, and the Series itself.
In 2002, I attended Game Three of the World Series at Pac Bell Park. The Giants lost.
And so it came to pass that on October 23, 2002, with my daughter Sara, who had also attended Game Four of the '89 Series with me, I attended Game Four of the 2002 World Series, never in my entire 49-year life having seen the Giants win a World Series game in person.
And they won.
My ears are still ringing (thanks to those Thunderstix thingies). But they won.
When I was interviewed by the Contra Costa Times last week, I told them I didn't want to see any more 4-3 games. There have been four games so far in this World Series. Two of them the Giants lost. In the other two, the final score was 4-3. The Giants won them both.
Keep hope alive ...