It's baseball season. I love this sport. Don't pay attention to this Mets picture. I am a tried and true San Francisco Giant fan. I was a season ticket holder during the '60's and one of the great events in my life was seeing all seven games of the 1962 World Series with my Giants against the New York Yankees. I took my father with me to the games. It was a long drawn-out series because of some rain delays at Candlestick Park.

One of the great World Series of all time. The series was tied at three games a piece. The giants have runners in scoring position in the bottom of the ninth of the deciding seventh game. Willie McCovey is at bat and he hits a screaming line drive that appears to be the winning hit. BUT... Bobbie Richardson, the Yankee second baseman makes a leaping catch and game over. Disappointed? Oh, yes. I'll never forget the felling of utter disappointment. People filed out of Candlestick like it was a funeral.

What a great team. Willie Mays, Juan Marachal, Willie McCovey, Orlando Cepada, Stu Miller, the Alou brothers.

I know that series was 50 YEARS AGO. But I remember it like it was yesterday. One great benefit of growing old is having pleasant quiet thoughts and quickened memories. I have a big smile on my face as the reflect on those wonderful days in San Francisco and enjoying my Giants.