San Francisco Giants
Born in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, Foster was drafted by the San Francisco Giants in the third round of the 1968 Major League Baseball Draft upon graduation from Leuzinger High School in Lawndale, California. After two seasons in their farm system, he debuted with the Giants at twenty years old in September 1969. He went two-for-five with one run batted in as a pinch hitter and late inning defensive replacement. That year on September 22, Willie Mays pinch hit for Foster and scored his career home run number 600.
Foster returned to the Giants in September of the following year, hitting his first career home run off the San Diego Padres' Pat Dobson. He finally made an opening day roster in 1971 as a fourth outfielder behind Mays, Bobby Bonds and Ken Henderson, but was traded to the Cincinnati Reds shortly after the season started for shortstop Frank Duffy and pitcher Vern Geishert.
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