THE OLD TEAM
I WAS vacating a bar stool on October 11. The 49ers had been trounced 45-10 by the Atlanta Falcons. the third-worst home defeat in franchise history. But I digress… The bar emptied quickly. I wanted to empty too, but my friend Marty A. grabbed my sleeve… “Tuck, let me buy you a final, final. I have a problem.” What the hell, I thought. Marty began. “Tuck, you heard about my divorce.” I’d heard. “You know why you haven’t seen me in a while...?” I didn’t. But I had a feeling