I am going to the Giants World Series game on Thursday (this evening) with the Number One Giants Fan, Donna. Blame it all on her, as she rekindled my interest in baseball and the G-men, long since vaporized after my son went away to college. We were partial season ticket holders at one time, and probably went to Scottsdale for Spring Training at least half a dozen times. Those were some great memories.
The game tonight starts at about 5pm, PDT. We expect Matt Cain to pitch the Giants to another victory, but it will probably not be easy against the free swinging Texas stRangers. That guy in Centerfield for them, Josh Hamilton reminds many fans of the great Mickey Mantle. I doubt he could party and drink like the Mick, having gone through rehab before settling in to his “star” status. We got seats in the third row from the field, right near third base!!!!!
I have been to previous World Series games, both here in the Bay Area and one in Los Angeles, when Reggie Action Jackson almost single-handedly beat the hated Dodger-rooties. I sat next to a guy who just defied logic and perception. He was old, but did not look old. It turns out that my buddy next to me finally spilled the beans. It was Dick Clark!! I went to the three straight world championships won by the notorious Oakland Athletics, with Catfish Hunter, Reggie, Rubber Bando, and Joe Rooty-toot Rudi. I had tickets for game 6 when the A’s again beat the G-men during the famous Loma Prieta World Series in 1989. And I went a year later when the A’s were swept by the awful Cincinnati Reds.
I did not buy from a scalper at Dodger Stadium or the 1990 sweep by the Reds. All others, I bought tickets from a scalper, outside the gate. I waited until after the first pitch most of the time, since the price goes down precipitously with each pitch. Donna and I can watch the pre game festivities at Momo’s across the street, until the scalpers really start to get desperate. Maybe I will bring a recording of the Eagles hit, “Desperado” just to create the right buying and selling atmosphere.
Why go through such acrobatics for just a game? Well, as you know, I am still waiting (since 1958) for my Cal Golden Bears to earn a trip to the Rose Bowl. It may never happen in my lifetime. But if it does, I am THERE! In fact, I was “there” on New Year’s Day, January 1, 1959, in Pasadena, at a family Shogatsu gathering. We could hear the public address announcer from the front yard, and the cheers when the Iowa Hawkeyes decimated the Joe Kapp led Bears. Somehow, I knew, at the ripe old age of 12, that I would matriculate to the University of California, Berkeley, not once, but twice. Little did I know that getting back to the Rose Bowl would require such patience and determination.
So, I am always determined not to let an opportunity like the G-men in the Fall Classic get away from me. Of course, the ultimate would have been watching them play the hated Yankees, in the “new” Yankee Stadium in the Bronx. That is baseball’s Taj, or Crystal Cathedral, or Mt Everest. Buster Posey battling the old Yankee stars like Derek Jeter, Mariano Rivera, and Jorge Posada would be a matchup for the ages, or aged. TV ratings would have jumped out of the Nielsen ratings box.
So, we are soon off to the City on BART. We will try to stay sober until we get into the ballpark. Patience today, will be a virtue, as we cannot jump at the first opportunity. Let the scalpers be warned, I know what your tactics are. I know the old bait and switch routine, as well as the “I need to find my buddy” scam. Remember who you are dealing with. I usually give away my extra tickets to events like the Masters golf tournament. If ever I need or deserve some karma, it is today.
PS: We sat in the third row from the field, near Third Base. We paid about one-third the going rate for these great seats. The Giants, led by Matt Cain, won Game 2 by the score of 9-0. Go Giants!!!!