Last Sunday, Atlanta laid such a relentless whipping on the Rams that it sent LA’s HC Jeff Fisher out the door and into the unemployment line.
Next Sunday, the Falcons will quite likely administer the same sort of beat down on the 49ers, although it’s unlikely to result in any pink slips at Niner HQ. No, that would require Jed York to do something functional and we all know that the trauma that awaits him at year’s end is about all this little boy can possibly cope with.
This game will complete the Niners trip through the NFC South for the year. A defeat would give them a clean 0-4 whiff and none of the games has been even remotely competitive. The team also took on ohfer against the AFC South, and lost to a representative of the NFC North and NFC East, proving they were no match for anybody in either conference. They also have the distinction/infamy of being the only team the Browns have beaten in over a year.
The mighty NFC West is mighty no more. Only Seattle has a winning record now, and they’re fresh off a drubbing in Green Bay. They don’t scare anyone these days.
It looks like Chip Kelly will play out the string with the bobblehead 0-8 QB, rather than take a look at Christian Ponder. That’s probably the surest way to a 1-15 record and one of the top two picks in the upcoming draft. Maybe that’s Kelly’s hidden agenda. Or maybe he doesn’t give a shit, like the rest of us, and is waiting to see if he’ll still be working here next year and, if so, who he’ll be working for.
It was about this time two years ago that York was busy crafting the one page document that he wanted Jim Harbaugh to sign that described his termination as a mutual parting of the ways. Wow. Nothing describes the clueless idiocy of York better than this piece of garbage. He actually thought this paper would carry some weight and absolve him from his evil actions. He even brought it up to refute those who dared to scoff at the mutuality, as though this was some sort of civil settlement that prevented each party from discussing the facts of the case. A business instinct, divorced from any sort of football related understanding.
Only three games left to marvel at this train wreck enterprise. Three more games until we get to drag this awful little weenie in front of the cameras to hear him address the sorry state of affairs of this once proud franchise. MARK YOUR CALENDARS! This might be the most enjoyable event of the year!