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I’ll bet you’re a Frisco fan!

An astute guess. And a real fan, not a bandwagon fan. I first became a fan in 1985 when they lost 100 games watching Candy Maldonado drop easy catches in right field in the year before Roger Craig (not the football player) became Manager.

I was lucky to see 6 wins and 4 losses that year, freezing my ass off at the Stick. We used to clap just to stay warm, not because the Giants did anything worthwhile.

yep, as a 25 year Giants fan, it is a good day in the morning when the LA Draft Dodgers declare bankruptcy. A very good day. I hope McCourt owns the Dodgers forever and ever and ever.

Although I don't follow professional sports much nowadays, I still root for the Dodgers. However, I was real fan when I was growing up.

I recall the 1959 World Series, when Larry Sherry, Wally Moon and Duke Snider became heroes in our community as well as throughout the Southland. In 1960, when I owned a small radio that could get only two stations, KRLA and KFI, I spent nights listening to Vin Scully announcing the games over KFI, which is now the Southern California home of Rush Limbaugh.

In 1963, when I was in junior high school, we spent our physical education class watching the World Series. Dodger fans crowded around one TV set, while a few Yankee fans watched another set on the other side of the room.

In 1965, I stayed up late into the night listening to the Dodgers win the 1965 World Series over the Armed Forces Network when I was living in Gross Zimmern, Germany.

Today, I live in Orange County, where most of my friends and acquaintances are Angels fans, but I'm still true to the blue.

One must be clear that we are NOT "Frisco" fans. We are fans of the World Series Champion San Francisco Giants. Nobody calls it "Frisco".

I've been a fan for 40+ years - ever since I had the opportunity to meet Willie Mays in person. He was a friend of friends. All I remember is that he was really nice - and he drove a pink Cadillac. :D

I also spent many nights freezing my butt off out at Candlestick Park. As I got older it was a place to go on dates. Don't like sports - Strike One Don't like baseball - Strike Two Don't love my SF Giants - Strike Three! Thankfully my husband and I are both lovers of sports and are bringing up the kids in the same.

My sports obsession(?) goes so far as to when my husband and I got married they had to keep dragging me out of the bar...no because I was drinking but because there was a PRE-SEASON SF 49er game on TV. sad but true...