I came across a Herb Caen column in a letter my Dad sent me in 1971 when I was at college. Some excerpts: "With the death of Russ Hodges, the New York Giants have finally lost their voice....Russ never seemed quite at home at Candlestick (who could?) and 'San Francisco Giants' always sounded odd when he said it. He had that New York voice, a little tired, sometimes bored, the voice of a man who was used to living with defeat. When he got excited, the manner suggested that you shouldn't take it too seriously; coming in second every season isn't all that bad. A lot of fans, this one included, sometimes made fun of his garbled sentences....To him it was part of the game that won't be the same without him. For better or worse, the team is now the San Francisco Giants." To me, they were ours from the moment they moved in but, heck, I was just 8 at the time. It's like having no memory of your family without a brother or sister who is a couple of years younger.