Another week and a half until the Draft. That means we’re close to the annual three day hyperbolic mania of Mel Kiper. But as annoying as Kyper can be, he’s much preferable to the goopy, unxious gushings of golf’s Jim Nantz. Just an awful, mind-numbing sycophant. And the corporate stuffed-shirts running the Masters probably think he’s great.
I suppose Bay Area sports fans are somewhat spoiled after witnessing some of the greatest announcers ever over the past many years. Bill King, Lon Simmons, and Hank Greenwald. A trio of all time greats.
The great golf writer Dan Jenkins is no doubt squirming now over Heaven’s happy, happy policies, since he could not contain his disdain for Tiger Woods down here on earth over the past ten years. But his recent death mercifully prevented him from having to cover this year’s Masters.
The 49ers seemed locked in on drafting Nick Bosa, but that was before the MSM went howling after him for his political views and Tweets that seemed to indicate he would not be particularly thrilled to play in San Francisco. Maybe someone should let him know the team actually plays in Santa Clara.
Still, for a guy to think he can be a high profile athlete and nobody but his friends are going to see his Instagrams and Tweets indicates a large bit of stupidity or naivete that has to earn him one strike, at least. Not that pass rushing DEs are renowned for intelligence, but the second pick in the Draft carries heavier obligations than a third round guy. You want the second pick to stay here for ten years, not play out his five year contract and head off somewhere else.
I could throw in Charles Haley here, for wacky DE balance, but this is a post about mouths, not hands or other bodily members considered highly inappropriate by the blood thirsty MSM. Imagine Haley in a social media world and we’d know resoundingly we weren’t in Kansas anymore.