Yesterday my boss came by around noon and said, "Joe Montana's sitting at the bar at RN74 with another guy, and there's no one else in the bar." I took a couple minutes to psych myself up ("Can I do this without being that dork?") then grabbed my poster off the wall, picked up a silver pen at the art store, and went and got this autograph.
I'll post my story after the jump. But maybe this can be a topic for everyone's stories of meeting Niners, if you want to share.
Joe was very nice. I shook his hand and said, "Thank you for the hope and joy you've brought to all of us." He smiled and said, "Thank you! I really appreciate it."
I am not a star-struck person by nature. I have been at parties with movie stars that I didn't care if I met or not. But the championship teams brought me so much joy, and they really changed the nature of believing in our teams for a lot of us. I feel as though those guys gave us personal gifts and they're worth acknowledging for it.
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