I’ve been watching football ever since I can remember, and I love it. I think it’s easily the best spectator sport.

When I was growing up the Chiefs were my favorite team in the AFC and the 49ers were my favorite team in the NFC.  I loved the Chiefs because they were local and featured defensive terrors Derrick Thomas (travesty he’s not in the Pro Football Hall of Fame) and Neil Smith.  I loved the 49ers because they had Joe Montana, who seemed to engineer a comeback touchdown drive every time I watched (See “The Catch“).  I was young at the time, maybe five or six years old, but I knew something good when I saw it.  And Joe Montana was great.  Coolest quarterback under pressure ever.  And, in my opinion, the best quarterback of all time.  But he wasn’t invincible, as I might have believed at the age of 6.  He injured his arm in the NFC Championship game in 1991, and Steve Young play brilliantly the next year as Montana recovered.  Steve Young ended up winning the starting job in San Francisco.  And then, BAM.  Joe Montana traded to the Chiefs.

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