I was in Levi's Stadium yesterday. It was pretty awesome to be there for what turned into a historical game. I'm a little confused by the experience. So, I'm gonna try to work it out here, cuz krista needs more from us.
I'm super grateful to my bf from early childhood for offering me the ticket. His mom used to say my mom half-raised him. His mom worked. My mom started babysitting him when he was just 3. He's done well in life and we were in a luxury box above the 9er bench about the 15 yard line. I hadn't seen him since 2002, but we've been communicating semi-regularly the past few years over mutual interests.
He is the biggest 9er fan I know. I am the biggest Cowboy fan he knows. We hate each other's teams, always have. He knew I would be for Detroit. In another thread I said I didn't know if I should wear my Roger Staubach jersey or get a Barry Sanders one. @rockaction suggested I should avoid potential idiots and do my buddy a solid by wearing 9er colors. I vomited in my mouth a little but turns out rock was on to something. My nephew suggested I wear all black since that would be unique and he could try to spot me. I did and he did.
I curbed my enthusiasm as the Lions were crushing SF. I'm not a salt in the wounds kinda guy, but inside I was just giddy at what I was seeing. Lions fans were doing just fine celebrating that first half. Whew, that box I was sharing was morbidly depressed at halftime. So I started lying to my friend. Telling him if Detroit could do that in the first half, SF could in the 2nd. "I've seen many epic comebacks. Keep your head up. They haven't lost yet."
Others in our box started getting into it. They started foolishly being positive about a comeback. I felt a little evil for giving them false hope, but hey who cares, they're 9er fans. Then the comeback started and these damn 9er fans started patting me on the back, high fiving me and disgusting things like that. And then, oh I am so ashamed to confess this sin. I. Started. Cheering. For. The San Fancisco 49ers. Ooof, I don't even know who I am today.