November 20, 2008
Baseball is my lifeline. As a youth, Wrigley Field was my sanctuary. The Cubs -- the losers with heart -- were my saints with dirty faces. As an adult, I moved to San Francisco and adopted the Giants even though they hadn’t won a world series since 1954. I have kept the faith and they have kept me hopeful.
During the 2002 World Series we needed heroes more than ever. The last two years were marked by terrible violence: 9/11, war with Afghanistan and Iraq, and the DC sniper shootings. The Giants were seven outs away from accomplishing the unthinkable, becoming the world champions. I believed we would win. Then, in the blink of an eye, with a...