I'm suffering from Displaced Fan Syndrome, a die-hard Niners fan in Rams land. My whole family is from northern California, and even though I've lived in every time zone, my football alliegances are true.

As it happens, I married a Packers fan--originally from Green Bay--and I go to Lambeau every year. I know, an unlikely pairing, but at least my husband isn't a Cowboys fan. If he were, then he wouldn't be my husband because, I'm sorry, I have standards.

You can always find me and my best friend at our local pub on Sunday. Just look for the loud, liquored up chicks in red and gold!

GO NINERS!