There’s been a lot of quotes from Anquan Boldin recently. Apparently, he’s appointed himself team spokesperson, in lieu of anyone else filling that role.
On Friday, however, the 49ers trotted out Colin Kaepernick, Jim Tomsula, Vernon Davis, and Antoine Bethea to speak glowingly about each other and the state of the team. They were all seated on a bench together, like old chums on a log in front of a campfire.
Our heroes. Four guys trying to prove in 2015 that they deserve to be employed here next year. Bonding in vulnerability.
The Draft is only two weeks away. Whoever Trent Baalke selects with the 15th pick will no doubt be expected to contribute immediately. That means one of the currently penned in starters will be losing his job. While most of us watch the draft more or less dispassionately, at least 3 players will have a keen and focused interest.
The starting jobs most likely up for grabs with that 15th pick are CB, ILB, and LG. Those spots are manned by Dontae Johnson, Michael Wilhoite, and Not Yet Revealed. Not a formidable group of units to displace.
Baalke is probably finalizing his draft board these days. Let’s hope he hasn’t written down his choice on a piece of paper like he claims to have done in 2012 before wasting a pick on AJ Jenkins. A double faux pas.
Pardon me if I find the 49ers to be a cruel joke these days. It’s no fun to write about them because it seems so pointless. And nobody wants to talk about them, either. Fans I meet that were enthusiastic before, now just shake their heads, spit, and change the subject. When you’ve danced with the stars, wiggling around with a mixer crowd just doesn’t cut it. You guys who want to give it the old sis-boom-bah and kid yourselves that an 8-8 record next year will be wonderful, have at it. I’ll pass.
This will be the first time in four years that the Niners will not even remotely be considered SB contenders, even if they have an SB quality team. And the sad thing is, that’s not likely to change for many years to come. Not as long as Jed York involves himself in the workings of the team. Go home, Jed. Disappear. You suck, little man. You truly suck.