I am excited to announce a research project I am currently working on. It’s called "Giant Memories." The beginnings of the project can be viewed at my website The Giants Journal. (Click On History and look for Oral History).
To quote from my introduction,
As a frequent visitor to these virtual communities, and as a Giants’ fan and historian, I decided to work on a project I am calling a Giants Fans’ Written Oral History. Instead of a car to take me to the fans, I am using email. Instead of asking the fans to talk about their experiences, I am asking them to write about them. The end result, the nice flow of words you see in oral history books, might not turn out the same. But the digital revolution is spawning new ways of doing things, and I wanted to see how this would pan out.
So far I have received a handful of excellent replies, including a very insightful piece from Richard Booroojian (see below).
When I receive a Written Oral History (“Writorary?”), I will post the beginning part here. The rest can be viewed at my website. Shorter length entries will probably be posted in their entirety here, as well as The Giants Journal.
(If you would like to participate, please email me).
Richard Booroojian, age 46, is a Financial Consultant in San Jose, California. He is a frequent contributor to EEEEEE!, a website recognized by GIANTS magazine in the July/August 2000 issue as one of their top five Giants’ fans sites. His article, “I’m a Giants Fan, That’s My Job,” was an honorable mention in a writing contest on The Well in 1998.
I became a baseball fan the same day (really the same moment) that I became a Giants fan. Growing up in Fresno, California, my extended family was a big part of my life, and I had a lot of cousins, almost all of whom were loud and boisterous. Any time we went to my grandparents' house for a holiday or family gathering, it would be a loud, crowded, intimate affair, since there would often be 30 people crammed into a small, five room house. During the summer, almost everyone would be out in the back yard, where the shade would provide some comfort from the heat (since the house itself was not air conditioned and you can imagine how hot a small house would become with 30 people in it in 100+ degree weather).
Anyway, my oldest cousin Tom used to disappear indoors during a lot of those summer outdoor gatherings, and one time, on August 6, 1967, I followed him inside to find out what he was doing. Turns out he was listening to the Giants game, hiding in a back room so his mom wouldn't yell at him for getting upset at the game. There was nothing to get upset about that day, though, because the Giants swept the Mets in a doubleheader 9-7 and 4-1. I was instantly enraptured, possibly because to my naive nine year old mind, I had found something to follow where I would never be on the losing side.
No doubt that illusion was shattered the next day, but for some reason that spark ignited a fire in me, and I have been a dedicated fan ever since. Within days, I had discovered the....