Nick is smart. He knows when it’s in his best interest to keep a low profile. “I’m not going to wear my 49ers gear around town,” he told me. Nevertheless, come 3:30 Sunday afternoon, in the safety of his Sunnyslope basement, there will be no question where loyalties lie — he’s a 49ers fan to the end, until CenturyLink falls hush and you can hear tears hit turf.
Nick Babcock, my friend and longtime colleague, former Wenatchee World sports editor and lifelong sportoholic supreme, as I said, is smart enough to avoid the brash displays of color-coded apparel that make the modern football fan a marketer’s dream. Intelligence and judgment set him apart from the run-of-the-mill San Francisco 49ers fan. At least, I assume so. I know very few 49ers fans, I think. There may be a few who haven’t come out of the closet. Not Nick. He’s proud, even if he’s not colorful.