Here we are again, embarked on a world wide search for the 49ers next head coach.
Jed York dismissed the idea, at his presser, that the team would have trouble attracting a good coach. This was an attempt to evade discussing the damage he and GM Trent Baalke had done to the franchise credibility and to pretend like it didn’t matter. Sorry, Jed. Flunk.
York and Baalke couldn’t even utter Jim Harbaugh‘s name this past year, but when they were explaining their batting averages, Harbaugh was claimed as a HIT and Tomsula a swing and a miss. Which of course brought up the obvious question of why did they fire the HIT in the first place. Next question, please.
A few kool-aid gulpers thought it was admirable that York stood up there and “held himself accountable.” Uh, what else was he supposed to do? I mean, they’ve got a half-empty stadium, planes flying over it reaming York, media from all around the country treating him like a laughingstock. A little tough to ignore.
In addition, a close perusal of Jed’s ears revealed a distinctly box-shaped arrangement, with a reddish hue. It was not possible to ascertain whether mommy and daddy had also administered the Adrian Peterson treatment, probably shortly after the grand debacle in Cleveland which embarrassed the entire family, so we’ll leave that to your imagination — in case you haven’t suffered enough yet.
At any rate, it’s anybody’s guess how long this year’s charade will endure before the next 49er HC is introduced, with great fanfare, but no doubt a lot of skepticism, disappointment, anger, despair, eyeball-rolling disbelief. And only a snowball’s chance in hell that we will be getting someone who can turn this club into a playoff contender.
In the meantime, after four months of watching the 49ers, it will be a pleasant change to view some decent football teams this coming month.