The Giants moved to Pac Bell/SBC/AT&T Park in 2000, and I was there several times during the inaugural season (http://mlb.mlb.com/sf/ballpark/index.jsp).
Though I can’t remember the specifics on any one game (sadly), I do remember what the awe I experienced when I first saw the new park. Gone was the howling winds of Candlestick and the ridiculous distance one would have to drive up the 101 to get there. Pac Bell was in the heart of the City, with views of the Bay – bright, shiny and new, and the standard by which I measure all new parks.
This park wasn’t just a venue, it was an experience – interactive and festive — without being over manufactured. The food was yummy and varied, which I know was a dream for many (though, not for me since I’m the hot dog purist).
Even when the Giants lost, each game was a joy to watch – the park made it so.
I suppose it all began with an “accidental” trip to Candlestick Park on a random Mother’s Day when I was about 10. For whatever reason, my Dad thought it would be fun to go to Giants game for Mother’s Day. I don’t especially think that’s what my Mom had in mind when we set out that day, but us kids didn’t care.
I wish I could say that this game set me off on my quest, but I can’t. I know I had fun, but it was forgettable (though probably not for my Mom for a slew of other reasons), just another family Sunday outing, one of many, and many more to come.
If I had to pick one indelible memory of that game day – it was the wind. Howling and cold – that is Candlestick to me (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Candlestick_Park).
But, the wind and occasion aside…it was still the first.