So the exchange below happened to a friend of a friend, but when the email was forwarded on to me, I instantly thought it was post worthy. Oh, and this happened last night 1/18…
check this out. I had the coolest experience ever after work last night.
So I was just walking home from the bus after work tonight. Heading up Vallejo St. towards my apartment. This dark-haired guy in his early 30’s in a suit and his girl are up the street about 15 yards coming towards me. Got my 1980’s 49ers gold satin Starter jacket on.
I had worn it to work Monday, skipped wearing it Tuesday, then debated this morning whether to wear it again today. Kinda felt a little dorky, but I have been having way too much fun again being a Niner fan. So I chose to wear it again and stick out like a sore thumb in SF’s Financial District.
As we pass each other the guy turns and asks “Hey you going to the game Sunday?”. I take a couple steps and turn around, and say “You know I’m not sure, I went last Saturday (to the Niners epic win over the Saints) and it was incredible. I’m not sure, though – I don’t have tickets and need to get them.”
The guy pulls a pair of big, commemorative Niners tickets out of his suit pocket. I look up and realize it’s Jed York, the 49ers owner.
ME: “Jed?! No, I can’t believe it! Nice to meet you! How you doin’?!”
JED: “Nice to meet you, too. Love the jacket – love seeing that around town.”
ME: “You’ve got to be having so much fun right now, huh?”
JED: “Yep, it’s been incredible.”
ME: “I had such a good time at the game Saturday. Can’t believe this, you made my year, man – thanks so much.”
JED: “Absolutely, this is my wife Danielle by the way.”
ME: “So nice to meet you – I’m Marz Garcia. So, what are you doing here?”
JED: “We’re going to dinner at Firenze. Just heading over now.”
Firenze-by-Night is the most down-to-earth Italian place in North Beach. Great place, but nothing fancy. Real fun scene, though. Ferol and I just ate there a couple weeks ago. So cool that Jed would go there for dinner.
They were both so gracious and friendly – obviously I can’t be anything but a big fan at this point. Danielle got us a picture – attached.
Got home and checked and they’re 50-yard line seats. I could sell ’em for a couple thousand bucks but there is no chance. Called my buddy Carter who immediately booked his flight up from LA – and off we go on Sunday!
Needless to say, I am flying right now. One of those special moments when fate touches you. I feel so lucky.
The moral of the story: don’t be afraid to fly your colors!!