So that’s it. Another NFL season hits the pavement in search of its place in history.
Super Bowl 50 looks like a perfect candidate for the “Just Win, Baby” division. In the “Defense Wins Championships” category.
One of my favorite moments in the game featured our old friend Ted Ginn butter-fingering yet another third down pass, this one on the Broncos’ ten yard line, then throwing up his hands looking for a PI flag. Good old Teddy. Always coming up small when you need him the most.
Cam Newton tossed away a lot of the charm he’d displayed during the season with his late game melt down. Poor losers don’t get much sympathy in this world. And he’ll have some awkward moments trying to explain to his teammates his lack of effort on the late game, season killing fumble.
There were a lot of famous 49ers featured during the two week build up to the game, but all of them were from the Eddie Debartolo era. The York era has produced virtually nothing, and what little success it has achieved is banned from the premises.
And here we are, so far removed from contending for a championship that it’s difficult to muster much enthusiasm for the long offseason ahead of us. Or even arm ourselves with last year’s passionate outrage. The franchise is counting on Chip Kelly to restore the prestige thrown away last year by our petty, clueless owner. Right now, that seems a lot more like desperate hope than practical reality.
Welcome to the 2016 season, Outsiders. We’ll do our best to make it entertaining, provocative, and insulting to a few chosen targets.