Born and raised in St. Louis and my foster father, rest his soul, was an insane 49er fan. His garage was converted into a class-A man-cave dedicated to the 49ers and St. Louis baseball Cardinals (and women were NOT allowed in, not even my foster mom). He had these large autographed framed photos of Gene Washington and Ozzie Smith on opposite walls. (I inherited those photos and are among my most prized possessions.) He was from California, but I never set foot there. He hated
the football Cardinals, before and after they moved to Arizona, but loved the baseball Cardinals, and raised his children to be the same way. To this very day I have yet to come across a bigger 49er fan and baseball Cardinals fan - outside of myself.
I still got a 49er kiddy helmet I got for Christmas from my foster father. My earliest memory of the 49ers is when I was about 5, when Montana orchestrated one of the NFL's greatest comebacks against the Saints. I remember my foster father going absolutely berserk and couldn't talk for a week. From that day on I've been a proud addict of the 49ers. And since then sports, in particular track and football, has been my life - playing, coaching, scouting and recruiting.
That's my story.
[ Edited by 9ersLiferInChicago on Jun 29, 2012 at 1:00 PM ]