What's Joe Montana up to these days?

[Catch22Dem]

To me, this guy was football. No offense to anyone, and I have many football heroes, but it's just a matter of when I grew up. I also grew up watching the big Dallas/Pittsburgh rivalry of the 70s.

So, what's he doing nowadays?

[anti_shrub]

1. Sorry, I gotta indulge my pet peeve

Pittsburgh

Sorry, we locals get irked when people leave off the H. :)

[Catch22Dem]

4. Oh no!

I'm sorry, I didn't even look at it. I swear I don't usually make that mistake. I'll go fix it.

[anti_shrub]

2. *delete*

Double post-ality.

[MuseRider]

3. He has cutting horses

and last year had a horse in the National finals. That is all I know. I have not run into him yet but have met George Brett and Jonathan Hayes at several shows.

[bo44]

5. He is a venture capitalist, pilot, horse owner and all round man of wealth

He also said recently that he would play flag football if his body would let him. He misses the sport and playing ball.

[MuseRider]

6. I don't know if he

actually rides the cuttings but the horse in the finals was being ridden by a trainer. I have no idea if they won or not, I have forgotten however they did quite well to get that far.

[Catch22Dem]

7. I bet he does miss it

I can't even imagine what it must be like to BE him. Of course, that's what almost every boy of my age did at one time.

[LowerManhattanite]

8. I met him and his impossibly beautiful wife in Soho a few months ago...

(she looks like a prettier, younger Cathy Lee Crosby) and his equally impossibly beautiful, statuesque daughters. Soho draws a lot of celebs (I saw Ben Kingsley stroll past my job as I was walking out two weeks ago and shook Al Gore's hand as he stood outside Mercer Kitchen talking with two passers by) and I saw these three beautiful women looking a bit lost---so I gawked at them for a moment until I realized they were with a guy trailing behind them. Like the tough guy I am, I cowardly averted my eyes as the guy called out to me. "Hey...can you tell me how to get to Spring Street?", he says. I look up and lo and behold it's Joe Montana---and his family.

I give him the directions, basically go up Mercer and it intersects and then I said "And it's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Montana". He smiled and extended his hand. "Very kind of you." he says as I almost cringe at his grasp. First of all, his hand was huge---it swallowed mine. And secondly, it felt like I was shaking hands with a glove full of busted rocks. His hand was so gnarled and lumpy that it was scary. Weird! Nice man, though. I'm sure that when he got to Gallery row on the more heavily traversed Spring St. he was mobbed. But I'm glad I got to say hi to the legend on sparse old Broome St. all by my lonesome.

I don't remember him busting up his hands THAT much though. Ewwwww!