Bengals/49ers, 1989. Montana and Boomer. The game was played on my 9th birthday.
It was a really fun day: I had just come in from playing outside with my old 49ers football (I lived in TX...no idea why I had a Niners football) and my birthday dinner of stromboli was nearly ready when the game was getting started.
I decided (because of my football) I'd root for the 49ers. My mom was teasing me, calling me the "kiss of death" when it looked like they were going to lose. Then came "The Drive," all of which I missed because I was in the kitchen talking to my grandparents (rotary phone because back then most of us still didn't have cordless ones), who had called to wish me a happy birthday lol.
I do remember feeling great satisfaction that the Niners won and I got to say, "in your FACE!" to my mom (because that's how we talked in the 80s heh).
