My dad, my buddy Greg Lee and I went to a game at Candlestick in August of 1992. You can tell it was August at the Stick because I am wearing a ski jacket and mittens.
The game between the Giants and Cubs was over but Greg and I wanted to stay until someone told us to leave. We thought the Giants were moving to Tampa Bay and we wanted to savor the team in San Francisco.
Can you imagine that? Leaving San Francisco to lay down roots in Tampa Bay.
It almost happened.
Good thing that cop was there preventing us from getting into trouble.
My dad took this picture.