Webb's biggest fans? His grandmas, who happen to also be roommates

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SAN FRANCISCO -- In 2017, Patty Fecanin and Jan Webb decided to hit the road.

Armed with a bucket list of destinations, the two embarked on a nearly three-month trek across the United States. They drove up to Niagara Falls, relished the sight of bears in Wyoming and visited historical sites such as the Lorraine Motel in Memphis, Tenn., the site of Martin Luther King Jr.’s assassination in 1968.

But one of their biggest highlights came at the end of the road trip, when they took a detour to Oregon to watch their grandson, Logan Webb, pitch for the Salem-Keizer Volcanoes, the former Single-A short season affiliate of the Giants.

“I would say they’re my biggest fans,” the 28-year-old Webb said of his grandmas. “They’ve been my biggest fans for a long time.”

Webb, who grew up approximately 100 miles away from Oracle Park in Rocklin, Calif., comes from a close-knit family and credits his grandmothers for helping to nurture those tight bonds. Patty and Jan moved in together after losing their husbands within nine months of each other and have now been roommates for 17 years, developing a relationship more akin to “sisters” than in-laws.

“It’s kind of a sad story, but my grandpas kind of passed away I think within a year apart and they both obviously for good reasons were a little lonely,” Webb said. “They kind of were like, ‘Hey, this is a good idea. We should kind of move in together and support each other and be there for each other.’ They've been together ever since. It makes it easy for us because we just get to go hang out with them. It’s a really cool relationship.”

One of Patty and Jan’s shared joys is cheering on Webb, who they’ve proudly seen rise from a precocious Little Leaguer to a two-time All-Star and homegrown ace of the Giants.

“We’ve watched him ever since he was 5 years old,” said Patty, Webb’s maternal grandmother. “He and his brother, I don’t think we ever missed a Little League game.”

Webb estimates that his grandmas must have attended thousands of his games throughout his life, serving as a constant presence for his middle school basketball games, his high school football games and each step of his baseball journey.

“When Logan was in the Minor Leagues, we were going to all of his Minor League games throughout the United States,” paternal grandmother Jan said. “We would make sure he had his sheets and his towels and paper plates.”

That support has remained steadfast now that Webb is in the Majors. Before each of his starts, he’ll typically receive an encouraging text message from both of his grandmas.

“I’m kind of the naughty grandmother,” Patty said. “So I usually say, ‘Kick ass.’”

“Sometimes I’m really nice and say, ‘Smile, have fun with everybody, kick butts,’” Jan said. “‘But you know what, do your best.’ And he does.”

Patty and Jan are almost always in the stands for Webb’s starts at Oracle Park and can’t help but boast about him when they meet other Giants fans, which occasionally foils Webb’s attempts to stay incognito.

“I don’t think my grandmas can go anywhere without saying that I’m their grandson,” Webb said, smiling. “If you wear a Giants hat or a Giants jersey, she’s going to mention it. I love that. They’re really proud of me. I’ll be with them sometimes and they’ll be like, ‘Hey, that’s Logan Webb.’ And I’m like, ‘Grandma, shh, be quiet!' But it’s really cool.

“They’re here for every game. They love the players. They love the Giants.”

The grandmas’ affection for Webb might only be rivaled by Wilmer Flores, who is Patty’s favorite position player. Webb said Patty asked him to introduce her to Flores for nearly two years before he finally managed to oblige her request.

“I think it was her favorite day that she’s ever had,” Webb said.

Patty and Jan might beg to differ, as nothing quite compares to watching their grandson dominate on the mound.

“I cry, I tear up sometimes,” Patty said. “I was kind of teary just driving in. I get very nervous before the game. But once he gets on the mound, I’m as calm as a cucumber.”

“He knows what he’s doing out there,” Jan said. “He’s known since he was 3 and 4 throwing the ball. It’s not anything new. Actually, when he was growing up, it was just the norm for us, not realizing that people behind us were going, ‘Oh my God, he’s going to be up there one day.’ It’s just something we’re used to.”