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A Month for Memories: Remembering the Arrival of Joe Montana

Montana was traded to the Chiefs on April 20, 1993

At a time when the general population continues to age well into its 80s, it is hard to believe that an athlete's elder years end sometime in the 30s — and then only if he's lucky.

Consider this passage from the Wall Street Journal's Jason Gay: "The pattern of the great athlete is well known. There is the early incandescence which establishes potential for greatness. Then there is the actual greatness, which establishes stardom. After that comes aging, and the inevitable crumble. It happens to all.

"Sometimes, however there is a reversal, a return of the brilliant everything. There's no assurance it will last, but when it surfaces it is both nostalgic and riveting...."

Fans of the Kansas City Chief saw that brilliance in 1993 in the person of Joe Montana, he with his supposedly aging skills who had been sent to the Chiefs in a trade that established Steve Young as the new leader once and for all for the San Francisco 49ers.

Kansas City Chiefs quarterback Joe Montana (19) sits at a 1993 press conference after singing as a free agent.

The great Montana was yesterday's news, but then again, maybe not. Still, there was a lot of "if" and no small share of "but" in his sudden arrival in Kansas City. Age was catching up, perhaps had caught up.

In coming to a team seemingly engaged in a never-ending search for a messiah at quarterback, he would have his chance to prove that he still had it, the "it" the ability to lead his new team to a place it had not been in too many years to recall.

No swashbuckler like Brett Favre or in possession of a cannon-arm like his contemporary Dan Marino, Montana had something far greater. He had he rare ability of presence. He could leave the past behind, whether it was a team, a season or a failed play.

Putting aside every impediment and shunning every diversion, he had the mental capacity to go immediately to the next play, no matter the outcome of the one that had just preceded it. He never got too high, or too low. No moment in the game was ever too big for him.

Kansas City Chiefs quarterback Joe Montana (19) drops back to pass during a 1993 NFL game.

With time running out in the Chiefs 1993 playoff game against Pittsburgh, and the team behind and in a fourth down near the Steelers' goal line, Kansas City was on the precipice of another heartbreaking playoff loss. Montana, immune to the kvetching of the long-suffering Arrowhead faithful, calmly went about his business of doing what he does.

He asked for a new play— any play, he said — from offensive coordinator Paul Hackett, and proceeded to complete a touchdown pass to wide receiver Tim Barnett in the back of the end zone to tie the game and send it into overtime. No emotion or panic in his voice, it was simply Joe Montana in command.

Talk about quarterback skills enough and you eventually get around to the topic of leadership. The focus is more often on voice — a loud voice, mind you – and it usually comes at a time of great crisis, at halftime, or on the sideline, or in the huddle.

It makes for great story-telling, but it more often is simply fiction and it certainly was for Joe Montana, who was always quick to dismiss such a notion when reporters sought to label him. No in-your-face theatrics for him. He was very much a regular guy. He was at home in the

locker room, liked to get there early, have a cup of coffee with the equipment guys, kid around with his teammates.

Just how regular was evident in how he lived his life off the field. He brought his family to town and took up residence at a time when many players did so only on a seasonal basis. He bought a house, sent his children to local schools, let them play with other children in his neighborhood and, by all accounts, the entire family enjoyed their lifestyle quite well.

The trade for Montana ushered in a period of great excitement for fans of the team and those that would become suddenly, if only temporarily, followers.

None of us who watched it — particularly that last minute drive down the field in Denver one Monday night in 1994 to defeat the Broncos — can forget it.