Description The thirtieth anniversary of Montana\'s Super Bowl drive and Bill Walsh\'s retirement (1989) is upon us.
I met a young.
A sophomore year injury saved me from four years on the bench, a proverbial blessing in disguise that released me to the wondrous Penn State way-of-life.
Such a laughable plan in hindsight, considering I stood only six feet tall, weighed 185 pounds, and lacked speed.
I thought I would become the next great linebacker at football power Penn State.
A local star football coach named Al Cihocki got me a chance for a full football scholarship, and amazingly I passed the try-outs.
I caught a lucky break.
Jobs became scarce.
Baby boomer kids like me poured into the streets for games and sports, but our town was reliant on coal and soon suffered greatly on the socio-economic spectrum.
None of this was uncommon among the Italian-American families in the area.
Our family included five children, two parents, my Godmother, a dog and various inhabitants of our back-yard including a full-blown chicken coop.
I grew up in a middle-class home in northeast Pennsylvania in small-town Glen Lyon/Nanticoke.
About the Author My name is Rick Pucci, Sr.
They also cured the author\'s, broken heart.
In the eighties, these hapless Niners pull SF\'s spirits from the morass of the Jonestown massacre and the murders of Mayor George Moscone and Harvey Milk.
Culled from copious notes at that time, this natural is for sports and non-sports fans alike.
Inside topics include Fred Dean and Bill Walsh\'s father\'s secret, Golden Globe winner Teri Hatcher, Ronnie Lott\'s amputation
Jerry Rice\'s superstition, quiet Joe Montana as prankster, trash talker and his secret route deep in the bowels of Candlestick.
Pucci\'s memoir is a blend of sports, culture, romance gone bad, and nineteen-Eighties Americana from a fresh insider perspective.
Author Rick Pucci\'s a regular guy thrust into the midst of a dynasty in the making: the San Francisco 49ers of Joe Montana, Jerry Rice, and Bill Walsh.
Description The thirtieth anniversary of Montana\'s Super Bowl drive and Bill Walsh\'s retirement (1989) is upon us
