Demolition has begun at Candlestick Park. I'm having some flashbacks. Besides lots of baseball I saw two 49ers games and one Beatles concert there.
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Don't forget the Rolling Stones - you must have been there Bob. And YES The Bob Brenly Game with Frank catching that last home run ball in the bleachers, Section 30 - right? Good times for many years! Goodbye Candelstick. Loved ya lots.
I remember picking my seating for my season tickets by the direct line from my seat to the first parking spot next to where all the cars leave. I analyzed my prior adventures trying to get out of the parking lot after a game, and realized that parking close helps me only by shortening my walk to my seat, but lengthens the time to get out, because every row gets a turn getting into the exit lanes, and it becomes like Fantasia with all those brooms, I would hardly move. But parked at the entrance, I turn my engine on, join at the front of the line, and I'm out of the park very quickly.
I saw one 49er game there (ironically, the only loss of that season by the Niners, against Steelers, my uncle was nice enough to give his seat - he shared two seats with others - to me), plus a Beach Boys concert after a game.
Only Giants games of interest that I saw were the Earthquake game (and all the playoff games that season), and Estes' 2-hitter.
I never got why people complained about the cold. I ultra prepared each time, as I hate being cold, and I usually ended up either just right or too hot. I rarely froze there.
I wish I'd asked my father to tell me about the Polo Grounds, how often did they go there, how were the hot dogs, what did they do before and after the game, did they take the train or drive? He lived in Great Neck, on the north shore of Long Island and he always let us know he was a lifelong Giants fan. He especially liked Carl Hubbell. When I was just an ankle-biter my dad took me to a game at Seals Stadium. All I remember is that we sat in the left-centerfield bleachers.
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Don't forget the Rolling Stones - you must have been there Bob. And YES The Bob Brenly Game with Frank catching that last home run ball in the bleachers, Section 30 - right?
Good times for many years! Goodbye Candelstick. Loved ya lots.
No, I've never been to a Stones concert.
I remember picking my seating for my season tickets by the direct line from my seat to the first parking spot next to where all the cars leave. I analyzed my prior adventures trying to get out of the parking lot after a game, and realized that parking close helps me only by shortening my walk to my seat, but lengthens the time to get out, because every row gets a turn getting into the exit lanes, and it becomes like Fantasia with all those brooms, I would hardly move. But parked at the entrance, I turn my engine on, join at the front of the line, and I'm out of the park very quickly.
I saw one 49er game there (ironically, the only loss of that season by the Niners, against Steelers, my uncle was nice enough to give his seat - he shared two seats with others - to me), plus a Beach Boys concert after a game.
Only Giants games of interest that I saw were the Earthquake game (and all the playoff games that season), and Estes' 2-hitter.
I never got why people complained about the cold. I ultra prepared each time, as I hate being cold, and I usually ended up either just right or too hot. I rarely froze there.
Strategic parking tied to well-worked out exit schemes were a key part of my 'Stick experiences as well.
Lots of good times there, for sure. But I won't miss it.
I still haven't gotten over the Polo Grounds.
Yes! Now THAT'S some Giants history.
How about them Trojans and Roger Conner, holder of most career homers in MLB history for a number of years?
I wish I'd asked my father to tell me about the Polo Grounds, how often did they go there, how were the hot dogs, what did they do before and after the game, did they take the train or drive?
He lived in Great Neck, on the north shore of Long Island and he always let us know he was a lifelong Giants fan. He especially liked Carl Hubbell.
When I was just an ankle-biter my dad took me to a game at Seals Stadium. All I remember is that we sat in the left-centerfield bleachers.
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