Yes, the mojo was in the house, fresh and powerful as Kaepernick the Konqueroo. The house where I watched was “Shut Up Frank’s”. In spite of the fact that there seemed to be a very vocal Falcon contingent present, our small group of Forty-Niner Faithful were strong in mojo and Modelo, and went on to prevail. Without the Todos Santos fans the Niners may not have been able to come back from a 17 point deficit to become NFC Champions and league standard bearers in the Super Bowl.
The Spirit Of Forty-Niner Greatness I invoked in the previous blog was in evidence: see the Montana visitation below.
But Kaepernick, Gore and Davis were the superstars in the 49er firmament today. Here’s Mr.K. leaving the building with a W.
I forgot to mention Frank’s has great fish and incredible fries (one of the top 5 cancer-causing foods I love). I got so excited (and I guess a little more inebriated than I realized) that I got all the way home before I remembered that I walked out on the tab. Fortunately Gail was returning from her trip to the beach and stopped by Frank’s to cover my faux pas (means “F Up” in French).