I bid adieu to the cold toilet seats in the bleachers, the outfield fence, the malted vendor of long ago that used to wear eyeglass frames without lenses and the one night my friends wandered the parking lot, lost inside a thick fog.
Although I was never an official card carrying member of Berkeley Farm’s 49er Minor Club, I always managed to sit in that far end zone section during those lean years when our boys were a doormat for the rest of the NFC West.
This is something every SF Giants and SF 49ers fan has been asking for the past 4-5 years, although I’m not sure if Amy G…