Waiting in the rain: The Candlestick field was called "The Quagmire." I can attests that is not an unearned moniker. It was prior to the NFC title game against Dallas in 1993. The weather was awful all week. My editor assigned me to go to the stadium on Tuesday and meet with the grounds crew and do a story on the game-day preparations. I asked for details. He said not to worry; there would be plenty of people there. I arrived to an empty Candlestick Park in a driving rainstorm. Finally, I saw someone who told me to go wait in the Giants' dugout and the head groundskeeper would come talk to me. I sat in that dugout for five hours. The rain never let up. In the meantime, the grounds crew worked relentlessly on the field. It was cool. For about five minutes. These were the days before cell phones and other distractions. I waited and waited. Finally, my interview took place. The heads groundskeeper told me this: The field was wet.
Goodbye, Candlestick. You might not be missed, but you'll be forever cherished.