I can't wait "to reflect."

Perhaps McCovey's best-known moment in baseball came in the bottom of the 9th of Game 7, with 2 outs and the Giants trailing 1-0. With Willie Mays on second base and Matty Alou on third, any base hit would likely have won the championship for the Giants. McCovey scorched a hard line drive that was snared by the Yankees' second baseman Bobby Richardson, ending the series with a Yankees' win. That would turn out to be the closest McCovey would get to playing on a world championship team. Two months later, the December 22, 1962 comic strip of Peanuts depicts Charlie Brown and Linus van Pelt brooding silently for three panels, before Charlie Brown finally shouts "Why couldn't McCovey have hit the ball just three feet higher?". The next month, on January 28, 1963, Charlie Brown and Linus are again brooding before Charlie Brown exclaims "Why couldn't McCovey have hit the ball even two feet higher?"

Charlie Brown was a Giants fan. The guy who always had the football pulled away when he went to kick it. Yep, that seems appropriate.

Easy... it was July (I think) in 1988. I believe they were playing the Mets. Candy Maldonado in the 1st did his patented slide dive and missed a play, so the Mets had a 3-run lead. Will went 4-4, with a homer and a game-winning double in the ninth. That day I became a Giants fan and baseball fan all at the same time. It's been a delusional time ever since.

"What do mean Dietz didn't try to get out of the way!? Screw you Wendelstedt! Screw you too Drysdale!"

Or listening to the heartbreak in Lon Simmons voice as Johnnie LeMaster let another late inning groundball go through his legs!

How could I not be hooked after that!

My earliest moment that stands in my mind - I think I was already following the team for a season or two already - was Al Michaels giving John Montefusco the "Count" nickname on TV after he hit a homer in his first official AB (he walked in his first PA).

Another early moment - getting too old to distinguish, unfortunately - was Dave Kingman, hot young prospect, comes up hitting for average and power, some speed, looked like he would be a total package (instead of the total tool he ended up becoming).

Oddly enough, probably my first Giants memory was one of those Mike Ivie pinch hit grand slams!

That, and being there for Joe Morgan's home run to bury the Dodgers in 1982, was probably my best early Giants memory.

Listening to Willie McCovey's debut on the radio (yes, I am that damn old).

I think my earliest clear memory is the first time I saw the new ballpark. I remember how it took my breath away, just walking into the open. It still does it in the same way. September 21, 2000; the game against the Diamondbacks. The clincher for the division and we partied on the field for an hour after the contest was over. Ellis Burks hit a homer and Nen just barely gets out of a jam.

beautiful game.

then the mets swooped in and took it all away.

My earliest Giants memory is kind of vague. I remember sitting on the third-base side of Candlestick in a game against the Pirates. Mostly I remember how green the field was.

It was just me and my dad. Probably early- to mid-1980s.

I was born in 1976, so I'm thinking I was 7 or so.

I think I was about ten when a rookie strolls to the plate for his second big league at bat. The Gents were playing the dodgers and the rook hits a grand slam. It was Bobby Bonds...

My first game...

I'm not even sure of the year, but it had to be between 80 and 83. Most likely closer to 80. But, and I'm being totally honest, as odd as it sounds, it was on May 7th. Milt May's jersey number is 7. My little kid brain was increadibly amazed that a baseball player had the date on their shirt.

That's about all i remember from that game, but i do remember thinking baseball was the best thing in the world.

My first Giants game was probably in 1986 or so, when I was five. The Giants were playing the Cardinals, and during the game Darrel Porter hit two foul balls directly to my Dad's friend (sitting next to us) in separate at bats. The friend caught the first one but missed the second when the ball struck and shattered his watch. I, of course, subsequently expected that in every game we'd have a shot at getting a foul ball. Twenty-two years and hundreds of games later, I still haven't gotten one.

The first year I remember following closely was 1989, I remember. Who can forget Kevin Mitchell's barehanded catch of an Ozzie Smith fly ball?

About 1971 the SF Parks and Rec Dept (with urging of SFPD) had this package deal where a bus picked us all up at our rec-center (St Mary's Park) to get us off the streets for a day and see our heroes in action. A chartered Muni bus took us to Candlestick, we got seats in the upper deck and a brick of pink popcorn as we exited the bus. All for $1.
We were disappointed that instead of Perry or Marichal pitching it was Jim Barr. Mays also sat out the game.
Even at that age we were all claiming conspiracy (don't trust whitey) thinking the team was holding back because we were there.
Don't remember much of the game, just that we yelled "We Want Willie!" most of the time and that we sat a whole empty section away from the other fans.