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brothers, Bubba Paris, car accident, Colin Kaepernick, family, football, Jerry Rice, Joe Montana, San Francisco, San Francisco 49ers, Sourdough Sam, Steve Young, Super Bowl, Tom Rathman
San Francisco is imploding. My beloved Forty Niners are playing today! Although I am not a native San Franciscan, I am a native Bay Arean–Born in Burlingame, raised on the Peninsula, moved to San Francisco in 1999, and have been here with the exception of a two year hiatus in Connecticut.
Although I have always been a Giants fan, football was the true sport for our family. We had season tickets to the 49er games up until last year. Of course, I was in love with both Joe Montana and Steve Young (Steve Young, especially), but I also adored the big linebackers. I had a thing for Tom Rathman, not the most attractive man in the bunch. And Bubba Paris. HUGE guy. And of course there’s Jerry Rice, the receiver of the century according to my family.
Joe Montana decided to transfer to Kansas City to get more playing time with the Chiefs because of Steve Young’s amazing ability to, well, play better than Comeback Joe. And he then was out of my life. It was all Steve Young after that for me. I was teased for Continue reading
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