What Would We Do?

NO HOCKEY! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING! OK, I couldn't give a rat's ass. Not even the slightest blip on the emotional radar. "No hockey . Was it hockey season?" I do have a couple friends who I consider hockey fans; one from Colorado and one from Canada. The Avs fan isn't very vexed; he's just following preseason baseball more closely. The Canadian does evoke a little sympathy. His world turns the same, but there is a palatable gap, a void, an abyss that he is avoiding. Why do we care so much about our sport?

Some sports we love because we played them and the vicarious thrill of spectator is a potent addiction. Then there is the parental bonding aspect. Many of us had sketchy relationships with the silent, brooding fathers of the WWII Cold War/Vietnam war generation (take your pick). The violence of football provided the ether through which our fathers could share their emotions. Then there are those who come to football later in life for whatever reason; the splendor, the violence, or because it's the only way their husbands will spend time with them on Sundays.

If we suddenly lost football what would we do? I for one would likely fall into the abyss. The York era has been a slow slide into an abyss and the mere existence of this website's special therapy has helped me cope.

Thanks so much for reading, calling the radio programs, posting on the bulletin boards, wearing our kooky shirts, screaming at limos, writing great emails, creating silly songs, donating your signs, sharing your memories, signing the petition, and most of all for caring about the 49ers. I don't have rational, coherent, logical reasons for why I care about the 49ers so much or why York makes my stomach turn, but my misery loves your company.

We'll be here till they get it right. Hope you will drop in on us occasionally. You're always welcome.