I never played sports, but my brother did (and still does) play baseball. I went to many a Little League game, yelling about the itch on the belly of the pitcher and the bad eyes of the umpire.
But my favorite childhood sports memories were of watching the San Francisco Giants’ games at Candlestick Park. We’d get seats pretty high (and cold), but brought blankets and had the full experience of a ball game. We’d chant and sing and have an all-around good time. Well worth the 80 million in tickets my parents surely spent.
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