The Niners pretty much lucked into Jeff Garcia. Walsh had known quite a bit about him from when he was coaching Stanford and Garcia was an All-American at San Jose State. The NFL passed over Garcia, he went to Canada and shined a la Warren Moon, and when Young took too many dings to his melon, Walsh made the call.
None of us expected Garcia to be this good. We all thought the Niners were in for a long dry spell. It only lasted one year.
Druckenmiller was one of those guys who blew gullible scouts away with arm strength, as if points were earned for how many times receivers' fingers were sprained or how many yards the ball is overthrown.