It’s a great feeling watching all these teams interviewing new HC candidates, doing the Rooney Rule dance, looking for franchise redemption, and knowing the 49ers have solved this riddle for a long, long time.
Not that everything is going to be peachie keeno forever. That would inhuman. But Jim Harbaugh and Trent Baalke have established a formidable aura of success at Centennial Blvd. this year, one that will keep the team in contention for many years to come. A winning record and a playoff appearance will no longer be the yearly prayer. It’s all about winning the Super Bowl now, just like it was for the last twenty years of the twentieth century.
Jeff Fisher seems to be the hottest coaching candidate this year. Nothing against Jeff, but he’s no savior. His teams play tough, hard nosed football, but he’s only had 6 winning seasons in his 17 years in the league, with five 8-8 teams, and only the AFC Championship in 1999 to hang on his wall. Some of that might be Peyton Manning’s fault, but not all of it. As franchise saviors go, Jeff is definitely second tier talent.
This is the first playoff season in eight years where I get to root FOR a team. That would be the 49ers, in case you wondered. Still, rooting against teams is part of the playoff fun. So, this weekend I’ll be rooting against Pittsburgh, against the Saints, against the Giants, and don’t give a crap who wins the Texans/Bengals game.
I’ll always root against the Steelers until the 49ers have more SB trophies than they do, even though I’m not exactly fond of the Broncos — too much ink for too little importance. The Saints are too full of themselves. It would be nice to see them humbled. The Giants are New York and East Coast darlings. Puke. Send them home and spare us all the hype.
As you can see from my choices, I’m not likely to cash any winners this weekend. All three teams I mentioned are the favorites. But there could be some somber on field gatherings over a key maimed player that could fetch my interest. Not that I’m an ambulance chaser kind of guy. A good healthy drive-by gawk and wince, perhaps, but that’s all.
The Jets didn’t make the playoffs this year, but they’re still making news. They bragged all season about how good they were and now they are bragging about how bad they are. I guess what can you expect from a bunch of guys who work for a guy who brags about his wife’s feet? I always think about this whenever I drive through a suburban area, with row after row of nice neat houses. Somewhere inside just about every one of those houses, someone is acting straaaaaannnnnge in some kind of way.
The Cowboys didn’t make the playoffs, either. Again. They did appear on prime time TV a couple hundred times, but people enjoy seeing these bloated pendejos choke. Their owner gave himself a vote of confidence, presumably to fend off suspicions that he was basically a clueless idiot. Which really aren’t suspicions so much as certifiable facts. But, hey, Jerry, where there’s you, there’s hahahahahaha.
Some of the other notables who didn’t make the playoffs: Mike Shanahan, Mike Holmgren, Pete Carroll, Norv Turner, Andy Reid, Scot Pioli, and Al Davis.
Come Sunday night, there will only be eight NFL teams still playing football. And the 49ers will be one of them. The Elite Eight. That’s a long ways across the galaxy from wondering when the lockout would end and how many games Alex Smith would start before being replaced by Colin Kaepernick. “Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas any more.”