I grew up a Dodger fan. When your best friend’s dad has season tickets first row behind the dugout, it happens.
It’s like I grew up with both teams, each duking it out for west coast superiority after moving from New York.
When the Dodgers were televised on KTLA Channel 5 during road games it was from Candlestick Park – before they enclosed it. Watching Willie Mays running around for fly balls against the backdrop of stray hot dog wrappings pinned against the chain link fence by the wind is etched in my mind.
Willie McCovey, Jim Davenport, Juan Marichal, Orlando Cepeda, the Alou brothers versus Koufax, Drysdale, Willie and Tommy Davis, Maury Wills, Ron Fairly, Duke Snider, Frank Howard – those were the days.
Then there was the whole Marichal/Roseboro thing.
Personal allegiance aside, what I have come to appreciate is great pitching and have seen some remarkable match ups over the years. Koufax and Drysdale were two of the best.
The Giants are World Series Champs because of their pitching. Tim Lincecum and Matt Cain were both remarkable and there is always a third, in this case Madison Bumgarner, who turns in a gem.
So, let me clear my throat….uh,em…..uh,em….congratulations San Francisco Giants on your first World Championship.
There. I hope I don’t have to do that again for a while.