I love football. I love the San Francisco 49ers. They could go 0-16 and it wouldn't matter. They are my team. The first NFL game I can remember watching on tv was when I was 8, in 1985. After that game, I paid a bit more attention to football. When we came home from church on Sunday, the first thing I'd do was plop myself on the couch and turn on the tube to watch the NFL Today with Jimmy the Greek, Irv Cross and Brent Musberger. They were awesome. They seemed to talk alot about some guy named "Montana" He threw the ball alot to a guy named "Rice". I thought Montana was a state and the only other Rice I knew about was the kind you put soya sauce on. Oh well, I was only 8. But still, these guys played football as their job, and they got got to wear those gold jackets when they weren't on the field. How cool was that?
This team with Montana and Rice seemed to win alot too. When your a kid, you never like to lose. So it was kind of nice seeing a them win most of the time. Monday night football was great as well. I remember getting so mad at my Mom for not letting me stay up and watch the end of the San Francisco games.
December 1988. My parents decided to take me and my sister on a Christmas vacation to do some skiing in Lake Tahoe. But first, we'd be spending a few days in San Francisco. That was the place where they wore the gold jackets! And even more of a bonus, the 49ers were going to be playing the Los Angeles Rams when we'd be there. The parents new I loved Joe and rest of the players, so they decided to see if we could get tickets for me and my Dad. We drove out to Candlestick Park. I can remember thinking how big the stadium looked. It never looked that big on tv. Well, no dice. The game was sold out but it was on TV. As it turns out, the 49ers got smoked 38-16, but it didn't really matter. Watching a skinny guy like Montana throw the ball all over the place made a skinny kid like me believe I could play football like that for the 49ers one day too.
The day after the game, I wanted one of those gold jackets so bad. I turned the the whining up to a whole new level and after a relentless onslaught from yours truly, my parents gave in. It was pouring rain, but, my Dad and I walked back and forth 4 times to a sports store so I could have my gold warmup jacket. It was the coolest thing ever. I had come of age was offically a 49ers fan from that point on.
A few years later, my parents house was broken in to and the unknown miscrients made off with my beloved jacket. All I can say is I hope whoever took it is having the same enjoyment I did when I wore it. They may have taken my jacket, but they didn't take away my memory of how I became a fan of the San Francisco 49ers.