Football was a pretty big part of my childhood.
No, I didn't play organized leagues (my mom said I was too little, and she didn't want me to get broken; looking at my kiddo pictures, I think she was right), but my dad taught us the rules, took us to BYU and UofU games, and many Sundays were spent watching football after church.
My childhood front yard, aka my first football field |
My dad was a San Francisco 49ers fan, so my brothers and I were 49ers fans.
And the stars of that time were none other than Joe Montana and Jerry Rice.
Ready to get down to the business of winning Super Bowls |
I remember being so sad when Joe left for Kansas City (why, Joe? why?!) and later when Jerry headed across the SF Bay to the evil Raiders. Grr.
But at least between those two betrayals there was a period of Steve Young and Jerry Rice.
Just look how happy they are together! |
Thanks for the memories, Joe, Jerry, and Steve!
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