I was born bleeding Blue. My Dad didn’t prompt me, far as I can recall. In fact, I remember, when I was 7, our family watching and celebrating the Jets and (he was also a hardcore Yankees fan) Miracle Mets in ‘69. But man, did he live and die with his Giants and that passion was passed on to me at an early age.
Well my Dad, a former season ticket holder from the Bronx, died for real today. He was 83 — would have been 84 in June.
I so wished his last Giants season would have been better. The past couple years I was aware that season could be the last one he would see on this Earth. And it was shitty we lost so many close games and that the very last one we watched together (week 17. ‘Nuff said) ended the way it did.
But man, did we have some memorable times with the Giants. Even before the 2007 run, which really was the best one, there were so many great games. I was fortunate enough to go to a couple games with him, but we really had better times watching them at home, or for a couple of years, including the 2011 run, in a bar with a group I started.
Of course we had great times that didn’t include watching the Giants, including lots of fishing, but our Giants bond will probably be the thing that lingers most. I know many BBIers can relate.
His name was Mel. He did his bit in the Army in the 50s, post Korea Cold War in Germany. Elvis left the day he arrived. He was in a tank crew (3rd Army, I think) and only once did he think a shooting war might break out when the Soviets mobilized. He was a good guy who worked hard,
Liked his scotch and smokes and besides 2 kids, he leaves behind his second wife, my stepmom, with whom he has been in a loving marriage for over 40 years. Oh, she’s a huge Giants fan, too. I shared those seasons with her, too.
Well that’s about it. Thanks for reading this.