It’s a New Year, and the 49ers are once again facing an uncertain future. And once again the dreaded sounds of snickering are echoing throughout the league. Sigh.
It’ll be a week or two before the front office clowns trot out the guy who will lead the team in 2015. When they do, hopefully, the snickering won’t turn into a deafening howl.
We’ll be assured this new guy is an awesome fellow who will be a teacher, win with class, and lead the team back into the playoffs next year. Yada, yada, yada. Yawn.
49er owner Jed York started the 2014 season as the guy who got a new stadium built, a legend in his own mind, and ended the year as a sputtering nincompoop who couldn’t give a straight answer about anything. If he manages to escape the press conference announcing the new coach without getting a tomato in the face, he’ll be lucky.
The guy on the hot seat after York scurries back into hiding will be GM Trent Baalke. His position is described by Bill Walsh as a guy who has a comfort zone with the owner and nobody can figure out how he got the job in the first place. Trent will be laying on the bullshit about how his exhaustive interviewing led him to choose the brilliant new Head Coach.
The new coach will either be a guy Trent believes will actually make for a great coach, or a guy who will provide locker room continuity like Vic Fangio, or he’ll be a big name fellow like Rex Ryan who will help put some butts in the Santa Clara stadium next year to keep it from being a sold out joint with only half the seats filled with real, live, sweaty, pimpled posteriors.
This whole process exposes what is wrong with the Niners management. What if Baalke just isn’t any good? There’s no one to hold him accountable except York and team president Paraag Marathe. Both of those guys are business boys who don’t have a clue about football. Baalke is it. The whole ball of wad. All the phone calls in the world to Uncle Eddie are not going to help. If Baalke sucks, the only way to find out is through a succession of poor drafts or poor HC hires that are so long term that York can no longer feel in a comfort zone with Trent.
Meanwhile, we fans have to pay the price and eat the shit. As you may have surmised by now, I’m not real sold on Baalke at this point. But I’d like nothing better than to be wrong.