Well, now that I’ve run a short series on my grandparents, thank you for reading, I will no run a short series on baseball. It is fitting for me because my favorite team, The San Francisco Giants are in the World Series. 🙂 so now I present a fond memory.

This is a story I love to tell. The day Will Clark hit a Grandslam. 1989, I was 12 years old, and it was the Giants vs. the Cubs in the NLCS. The Giants got to an early lead and then had loaded the bases right as Will was coming to bat. That’s when my father told me it was my bed time. I begged him to let me stay up a few more minutes, but he stood firm and I still had to go to bed.
Little did he know, or so I thought, I was secretly watching the game in my room with the volume turned down. Sure enough, Will smashed the next pitch and just as he was rounding the bases I heard my father yell from downstairs. “RODNEY!!!” He sounded angry, “Did you see that!?!?!?” He asked, “Yeah!” I yelled back. “Good! Now go to bed!” He yelled in return.
I went to bed happy that I wasn’t in trouble and I got to see Will hit that Grandslam. 🙂