No, I don’t expect you to understand the attraction, being a San Francisco native  and growing up in the halcyon days of local football imparts a special reverence.

“ I don’t want to go fishing with Roger Craig, I want to have his Love Child.”

In or out of wedlock, it don’t matter…

Now that he’s the latest host with a fishing show on World Fishing Network, I may have to buy a TV – or cable, or both.

As the rest of the civilized world was helpless cannon fodder for nearly a decade, the quartet of Jerry Rice, Joe Montana, Bill Walsh, and Roger Craig, became deities to us locals, especially so as the hated Oakland Raiders had been to the Show, and we hadn’t.

Five Superbowls later we annexed Oakland, because we felt like it.

Them as suffered and still hold a grudge can “hook up with Mariko Azumi” – and forswear the legendary 49’er running back for the giggle-bikini action, but it’s a poor surrogate for us bitchslapping your football team for the better part of ten years.

Just a taste of Roger Craig against the hated “Lambs”, they had Erik Dickerson and we had Roger, and the entire city would close down quietly as the lights of Candlestick flickered on.

I had a front row seat to something really special.

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