Goodbye, and Good Riddance, Candlestick
COMMENTARY--Please forgive me if I don't get too sentimental about the last event ever at Candlestick Park. (Paul McCartney Plays Candlestick One Final Time) Oh sure, there've been plenty of memorable moments in that old dump, but let me counterbalance all the nostalgia with a few not-so-warm memories:
First, a miserable, drizzly June day in 1984 when the Giants lost in 11 innings and I watched in horror as an upper-deck fan, venting his anger after the game, fell to his death.
Second, who-knows-how-many Arctic nights in what was Major League Baseball's most notorious venue.
Third, the night a high-school-aged version of me got hauled into the police station in the bowels of the joint. I'm pretty sure the statute of limitations has expired on this, but I will acknowledge it wasn't a bright idea to slip the lock on the door leading to the right-field pullout bleachers so we could sit in isolated splendor.
When they're ready to demolish the place, I'll be first in line to push the plunger.
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