My Dearest Childhood Team,
You have been quiet as of late, not bullying the your peers like you once did. And to be honest, I cannot stand it. You were once the Mighty Niners, beloved by fans because of your incredible Quarterbacks and talented Wide Receivers.
But now, the bully lies dormant.
Perhaps you are waiting to rebuild the strength that seemed to be sucked from you during your follies with those Packers, who brought you down three horrifying times in a row.
Perhaps you have matured and no longer want to bully teams in the NFC West, but instead want to be quiet, calming.
Perhaps you have finally reached your mid-life crisis, and have sudden back aches and fatigue for no apparent reason.
Perhaps your doctors have not been consistent enough with their planning.
Dr. Walsh and Dr. Shaw, they are gone now, but remember what they have taught you.
Your mind has been running wild with injury and controversy.
Perhaps you are just getting old.
No, I refuse to believe that you are elderly, weak.
I believe you are being reborn.
You are still young and cannot see through your blurred vision, and you are scared.
Scared of those neighboring Pirates.
Scared of those far away, but still too close Packers.
But you have time to grow.
I will always remember you in 1994, yes I was only three years old, but the tapes my Uncle recorded of you capture, and forever enshrine the ambition you had back then.
I adored you.
I adored the way you fought out of struggles, when you were down you were not out.
I adored how the will to win was only overshadowed by the rings you wore so proudly.
I adored your anger, never falling short of screaming and steamrolling other teams' defenses with your all seeing Quarterback.
I adored your depth at Defense, never letting a trespasser inside of your home.
I still adore you.
I adore you even though those Cowboys are no longer frozen in fear when you meet.
I adore you, even though those Chargers no longer charge in an opposite direction when you stand toe to toe.
I adore you, even though you cannot seem to stay consistent.
You have time to grow, and soon enough become that bully I loved so much when I was young, again.
You have time to grow, but when you do, remember to play nice.