Bleeding Dodger Blue from a depraved SoCal upbringing, we were nine kids in all, a ready-made baseball team. An army veteran, I relocated to San Jose in 1974, where I became a professional student, attending San Jose State for the next eight years. There was no internet, I could not get Vinny’s voice on the radio, and the Dodgers had just been creamed by that team across the Bay, so I became an ardent fan of the San Francisco Giants, by simply turning on the radio. Sans electricity and running water, I moved up on a ridge-top in Northern Mendocino County in 1982, and together with my wife Annie, raised three sons on 20 acres. Still on that mountain, retired from teaching language arts to middle schoolers in Laytonville, I am living the dream of experiencing a Giants team which stacks up with the best of all time.