The San Francisco Giants don’t have the star-crossed reputation of the Red Sox of old or the Cubs of today, but the team has yet to deliver a championship since relocating from New York 51 years ago. Could this be the year? Blind hope springs eternal by the Bay.
My experience with baseball started in Canada. On Fridays, my uncle took me to the games of the Vancouver Mounties, a now-defunct farm team for several major-league squads. I remember loving doubleheaders and the seventh-inning stretch.
I never would’ve imagined that I’d end up in San Francisco, making the short trip from my office to the most beautiful park in baseball. In this famously liberal city, the game transcends ideological lines. As we look out over the diamond and McCovey Cove, we are all Giants fans first.
— Sally C. Pipes is president and CEO of the Pacific Research Institute.
For more from this opening-day weekend, see NRO’s baseball symposium. There are Angels and Rangers and Braves and teams in between, above, and below. And, of course, the Yankees. Thanks to John Miller for doing the leg and diamond work. — KJL