As far as we know, Michael Sam doesn’t actually have any connections to the Bay Area.
But his story is sure to be met with resounding approval and applause in a city as culturally progressive as San Francisco.
Ask anyone in Berkeley—the Super Bowl was actually on Saturday night.
At least that’s the story we’re running with, as opposed to those guys from the Pacific Northwest who apparently conquered all in resounding fashion.
Well, now that the NFL is dead to most of the Bay Area, what is there to do? There’s a game next Sunday?
The dream’s over – to Seattle goes the spoils.
It always seemed inevitable that the 49ers’ quest to reach a second consecutive Super Bowl would go through Seattle.
To Colin Kaepernick, in the end, the temperature was just that: a number.
When Phil Dawson nailed a 40-yard field goal as time expired to secure a 23-20 victory over the Arizona Cardinals, he accomplished two things: he clinched a hard-fought road win over a divisional opponent and booked the 49ers a trip to Green Bay to meet a familiar “friend.”
Love it, hate it, traverse the labyrinth that it is, and you’ll learn to (kind of) love it.
For Bay Area types, it’s an awful, terrible, let-us-never-mention-its-name type of a dungeon, but there’s still a strange, gripping, nostalgic place that tugs at the heart.
It’s the ‘Stick. We hate it, but it’s beautiful.
Give this much to the mercurial and oft-middling Warriors: they’ve got a flair for the dramatic.
For only the second time this season, someone’s got it better than Seattle.
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