Anyone remember when Judy Garland lovingly sang “You Made Me Love You” to a picture of Clark Gable in “Broadway Melody of 1938”? I didn’t think so. Anyway, here is my paltry tribute to my Clark Gable.
Thirty years ago, Joe Montana and the San Francisco 49ers brought football glory to our town. And if you will humor me, I give you this tribute to whom I believe is the best to have played the game. (Listening to Judy Garland’s version of “You Made Me Love You” is optional.)
“You made me love you/I didn’t want to do it/I didn’t want to do it/You made me want you/And all the time you knew it/I guess you always knew it.”
October 18, 1975. Air Force was flying away with this game while the Irish groveled 20 points behind. There was no luck here, so Dan Devine threw in his lucky charm in sophomore Joe Montana, who stunned the Tar Heels the previous week with a phenomenal fourth-quarter turnaround. Could he do it again? If I did not witness this myself, I swear it did not happen: Montana took the Irish to the end zone three times in less than 15 minutes to ground Air Force with a score of 31-30.
“You made me happy sometimes/you made me glad.”
January 10, 1982. If Dallas was playing any other team, they would’ve ended up in Pontiac that January instead of the 49ers. You can’t give Joe Montana 30 seconds because he will wreak havoc. The play that will live on in the annals of football lore: third down, 3 yards to go at Dallas’s 6-yard line, 58 seconds on the clock, sprint right option. Solomon, the first receiver, was covered. But, despite the onslaught of the Cowboys’ defense, Montana shot off an ill-footed pass over the Dallas tidal wave to where he knew Dwight Clark would be…should be…and, wonderfully, was. The sound of the delirious crowd confirmed the incredible catch. The rest is history.
“But there were times, Joe/you made me feel real bad.”
April 18, 1995. Amid a crowd of tens of thousands in Justin Herman Plaza in San Francisco, football great and legend Joe Montana announced his retirement from the gridiron—a day his fans knew was coming, but dreaded nonetheless. No more Joe Cool, no more fancy footwork nimbling away from defensive ends, no more antacid-eating, hand-wringing, blood pressure-checking fourth quarter saves with minutes to go and touchdowns to make. Our delightful dalliance with destiny has come to an end.
“I don’t care what happens/let the whole world stop/as far as I’m concerned you’ll always be the top because you know you made me love you.” (The song lyrics are by Joseph McCarthy.)
Growing up with a father who played and coached football, I saw a lot of games—high school, college and pro games. I watched Johnny Unitas and the Colts, barely remember Bart Starr, the Packers and that toothy Lombardi victory grin, secretly loved Don Shula’s Dolphins and, with most of the West Coast, hated the Steelers (but had to admire their ferocity). But, Joe, none could compare to the gift you gave to San Francisco. We witnessed the best to have played, at least in my lifetime. Thank you for the grace and beauty you spun from pigskin and mud.
FROM THE SHOE 
it’s funny that you send this to me today .yesterday I wore my full 49 outfit to school . And I was telling the teacher that on that day In January I was sitting in the upper deck reserves at candlestick park . With my group from Val’s restaurant in Daly City. It was at the end of the game and my 9 ears were losing . We all were getting up to leave the park when Montana threw to ball …. The stadium got quiet and then it happened . Right in front of me. Clark jumped into the air and the pigskin was in his hands. There was dead silence for about 6 seconds . Then Candlestick park erupted In cheer and the whole stadium shone like an earthquake.
I will NEVER forget that day .. as you said THE REST IS HISTORY 🏈👏👏
You were there??! Wow, you witnessed history. His whole career is great. Let me know if you want to see my other JM tributes. I have a couple more. Thanks for your comment.