The 49ers travel to Chicago this weekend to resume their quest for a perfect 0-8 road record for 2015. They’re at 0-5 now, so the tension for perfection is building with each failed effort to succeed. Or is it each successful effort to fail?
At any rate, it should be a fun game. Former 49er coaches Vic Fangio and Ed Donatell have transformed the Bears defense and turned last year’s 30th ranked outfit into a 16th ranked and rising group. Their replacements on the Niners have turned a top five defense into a 30th ranked one. Wondering if any comment is needed here. Hmmmm.
Adding to the suspense of this tension packed game, a 49er loss will guarantee the first losing season since … gosh, let me look this up … since the PRE-HARBAUGH era! This Jed York fellow sure knows how to go retro. But maybe his wife should tell him that retro works great in the fashion industry, but not so well in the football industry.
Actually, I can’t get this picture out of my head of Jedly wobbling along on a horse in his riding britches at the back of the pack on an English fox hunt, fitting right in with the inbred royals, where all sorts of round headed morons cheerfully waste their lives tally-hoing about one idiotic thing after another. Gruesome image.
Fangio’s Bears players are raving about their new DC, and rightfully so. A former player under Fangio says it isn’t Fangio’s schemes that make him so good, it’s his awesome ability to anticipate what an opponent will do in any given formation they might line up in. He’ll have three of Blaine Gabbert‘s games on tape to work with this week, which should be enough to make life difficult for our new QB come Sunday.
Bears OC Adam Gase has resurrected Jay Cutler‘s career and image this season, which should qualify him for consideration for a Nobel Prize in WTF Accomplishments. Or at least a cameo in the next incarnation of Mission Impossibe.
As we all know, both Fangio and Gase could have been running the 49ers this year instead of making John Fox look good, except for the round headed moron’s interference. A rather bald example of ineptitude that we’ve come to expect from the kid who can’t tell the front end of a horse from the back end. It’s all tallyho to him!