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Ididn’t think it would bother me much, but it did. Old habits die hard, so it wasn’t easy facing Super Bowl weekend without a family gathering to look forward to.
I don’t recall the first time my sons and I watched a Super Bowl together, but it must have been in the mid 80s. Together we cheered the 49ers to back-to-back wins in 1989 and 1990. My youngest son, who was only 8 in 1990, got a 49ers uniform for Christmas and wore it on game days and also every day after school.
We were big Niner fans so I took the boys to Seattle twice to watch them play the Seahawks. From Grants Pass we drove to Portland’s Union Station and rode the train to Seattle. It was a package that included tickets for the train and the game at the Kingdome.
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