The Giants were a good team, but our biggest enemy was said to be Candlestick Park.
Playing baseball was my dream, and no amount of money could sway my opinion.
I flailed my arm in a throwing motion before I could even walk.
I wasn't out drinking and abusing my body. I simply loved to go out and dance.
We all wore a 21 patch that one season as a silent tribute to our deceased teammate Roberto.
To be successful, one must take chances.