My father was stationed at Castle Air Force base from the early 80's till it closed in the early 90's. I was born there in August of '86. Now both my parents are originally from the Western NY area (aka Buffalo). Hence my dad's a die hard Bills fan. Friends of my parents had season tickets to the Niners. This guy and his wife were huge Niner fans. They had tickets with another couple, that one time couldn't make the game. Now this was like a three hour drive that they made every Sunday. They asked my dad if he wanted to go and he took me I was like 4 or 5 years old. Candlestick Park, the 49ers, fricken Jerry Rice! I don't remember the game much. I don't remember who the other team was. I just remember the feeling I had that day, I was hooked. Been a 49er die hard since that day. This was during the whole Bill 4 Super Bowl thing. My dad couldn't understand why I wouldn't cheer for the Bills. My parents moved us to the Buffalo area when my dad got out of the Air Force. It seemed like the 49ers were never on TV out here. My dad would always have Bills games on, well any football game on TV. I would sit with him and watch the games just to get the little update on the 49ers games during the halftime shows. When the Niners finally made it back to the NFC Championship game in 93-94 I was crushed when they lost to the Cowgirls. Then in 94-95 I was finally able to taste victory when the Niners, and Steve Young the guy I idolized as a child won the Super Bowl. This was the only Super Bowl I remember of the five. It was a long and hard time when the organization fell into shambles after they fired Mariucci. It's been a long time since I was able to feel really good about the Niners. I would constantly sport my Niners gear proudly even when they sucked. I would constantly get asked why I liked the 49ers. Now everyone around here who doesn't know me assumes I'm just a bandwagoner. Yeah a lifelong bandwagoner. I guess most of the time I've spent a Niner fan they've been pretty terrible. But I don't care, Niners for life. Last year for the first time my father sat next to me during the divisional game against the Saints sporting one of my old Niner hats cheering with me (fricken bandwagoner LOL). That was a good day. The next week not so good. Niner till I die!
[ Edited by goldstandard333 on Jul 1, 2012 at 1:48 AM ]