The Giants were a good team, but our biggest enemy was said to be Candlestick Park.
I was always a self-proclaimed poor slider.
We all wore a 21 patch that one season as a silent tribute to our deceased teammate Roberto.
I flailed my arm in a throwing motion before I could even walk.
To middle-class parents, the project team may have seemed unfit for children, but it was exactly what I needed.
Playing baseball was my dream, and no amount of money could sway my opinion.