My father told us how he skipped school to see them win the pennant.
The fondest memories of my childhood occurred at the Polo Grounds. Actually talking to the right fielder from atop the wall, the shot heard around the world, Willy Mays catch AND throw, the amazing feat of Dusty Rhodes, etc. all live on in my mind.
The heartaches are there too - the bad years, Sid Gordon and Willard Marshall (the RF alluded to above) being traded, the departure for SF - are there also.
Baseball was my first love, but with years and the separation have diminished my love. There has always been one spark that lights it all back again - GIANTS WIN; DODGERS LOSE.