I was born in 1979, so I was five years old when the Padres made it to the World Series. I remember swinging a wiffle ball bat in the back yard and knowing that baseball was a thing, that my sister played softball, and that my dad umpired kids' games, but I didn't know much about the Padres until that fall. I remember being in my neighbor's house, and everyone was watching the game and getting excited that the team was about to do something significant.
Once they clinched the pennant, dad took our family to a t-shirt shop in Fletcher Hills and we all got shirts custom made while we ate dinner next door at the Barbecue Pit. Mine said "Cub Busters" and it had the swingin' friar