My Dad took me to my first Giants game in 1954, against the Cubs (in gray flannel), Whitey Lockman hit two home runs.
He got his first big job in 1957, and we had a date in September to go see the Pirates game, so I got to stay home from school. He was supposed to pick me up at 11:30, but the clock went past there, and past noon, and past 12:30. He got home at two and I have never seen him so upset, before or since.
“Don’t worry, Dad,” I said, “we can go next year”.
That’s when he told me there was no next year. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was sixty years ago.
So I guess that my family got it from his comics, which I also read as a little kid and loved!
My grandfather was a HUGE Giants fan, so was my mother, and so was I. I have VERY fond memories of listening to games on the radio and then watching them on T.V.! I cried, walking home from school, when the kids were all talking about the Giants leaving NYC, for California. That's how I found out they were moving and it really upset everyone I knew.