When I was a kid growing up in the Bay Area, there was nothing that brought me more joy than going to Candlestick with my old man to watch our beloved San Francisco 49ers play football. When Sunday morning rolled around, I would joyfully jump out of bed at the crack of dawn, overflowing with excitement because I knew my day would be filled with the thing that I loved the most in this world. FOOTBALL.
I’m 26-years-old, mind you, so the majority of my younger years weren’t filled with the glory days that many of you witnessed on that treasured piece of land at Candlestick point.