There was no proof that Harbaugh’s model would work, no tangible evidence that a football team with a reputation as soft would become one of the toughest in the country. But that didn’t stop the players in his locker room from latching on.
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Last Thursday through Sunday were perhaps the four quietest days of Jim Harbaugh’s life. As a competitor in the AT&T Pebble Beach National Pro-Am, he wasn’t allowed to scream, shout or otherwise contort his head for a good 96 hours, which most of us in the Bay Area see as uncharted territory. And if Jim Harbaugh keeps calm, who has the right to do otherwise?
With the exception of the Raiders-Buccaneers blowout 11 years ago, the Super Bowl has always been high on drama. The last few years have condensed an entire season’s worth of tension, pressure and intensity into a few agonizing minutes towards the end of the game. This year’s tilt was no exception, with the champion Baltimore Ravens outlasting the San Francisco 49ers by the slimmest of margins, 34-31. A few musings about the game:
When I was watching the NFC Championship game this past Sunday, as a Patriots fan I strangely found myself rooting for the San Francisco 49ers. So why did I root for the 49ers? Was it because of the sensational story of Colin Kaepernick, who was offered only one scholarship coming out of high school? Was it because of Jim Harbaugh’s hilarious temper tantrum when a call doesn’t go in his favor? Or was it just because I was being sucked into Bay Area sports after living here for a year?