Shit, guys. The panic is starting.
I’m a lifelong San Francisco 49er fan, straight out of the womb, and for 18 years we haven’t been in a Superbowl game.
EIGHTEEN FUCKING YEARS. Our dry spell is of legal age and can vote now.
Granted, there are plenty of Cleveland Browns, Detroit Lions, and Buffalo Bills fans that would tell me to go fuck myself right now, but when your team’s history is filled with the likes of Joe Montana, Jerry Rice, Ken Norton, Dwight Clark, Deion Sanders, Merton Hanks, Brent Jones, Ronnie Lott, Steve Young, Bill Walsh, and five Superbowl titles (5-0 in the Big Game), you don’t want that history to stay in the past. You want it to repeat itself, again and again, with new players and amazing victories.
The past two seasons have been incredible, with this current roster being the best we’ve had in – oh, say, EIGHTEEN YEARS. And all I’m asking is for the great city of San Francisco to show a little bit of pride for these guys.
To my knowledge, this is the only real public display of 49er spirit in SF.
The pink you’re seeing is actually red, so there’s a wonderful red and gold display at City Hall. Thank you, City Hall! I’m literally petting you right now on my computer screen. You’re beautiful.
But then that’s about it. No lamp post banners, no bus signs. Where’s the 49er Faithful? Where are the signs reading, “Who’s got it better than us? Nobody.” I work in the Financial District in downtown San Francisco, and I was hoping the city would switch into 49er mode after the SF Giants kicked some MLB ass and won the World Series this year. There were street banners, bus signs, and Giants flare all over downtown. But everyday I walk out from Bart and see nothing red and gold. It’s as if the city doesn’t even know that it’s a big fucking deal right now.
Sure, it’s easier for SF to show love for the Giants since they’re literally right there in South of Market. AT&T Park is close, but we’re also the city with the San Francisco 49ers. And it’s been 18 years.
C’mon, San Francisco. Help this 49er fan live out this amazing experience of being an adult and seeing her Niners in the Superbowl. They might lose (I’M SO SCARED) but I want to relish in the fact that we’re all rooting for them to win (GOD I HOPE SO). If they become the Superbowl Champs, you’re gonna have to act fast and throw up a bunch of signs for when they parade down Market Street.
God help San Francisco if it’s a bandwagon city for its own 49ers.
How would you feel about that, Jim?