Born in DC in ‘70, I attended several Senators games, but gave Bob Short none of my money.  Though abandoned by MLB with the rest of DC, I consider myself fortunate to have cut my baseball teeth in person at Memorial Stadium with the genius of Earl Weaver, in print with Thomas Boswell at his peak and through the airwaves with the incomparable Jon Miller. 

Years after the fact, I discovered that I’d attended the 1st game of Cal Ripken’s streak.  I still have the scorecard from that day, and you’d be amazed just how horrible a 12 year old’s handwriting can be. 

After spending the 90s in Texas, I’ve been in SF long enough to have earned a Croix d’ Candlestick.