Tuning into the Seattle game this Sunday has all the allure to a 49er fan as a trip to a Third World dentist. Unless you’re a sadomasochist, this is not going to be a pleasant experience.
As I see it, all we need to win this game are two interceptions returned for TDs, three Seattle fumbles deep in their own territory, and Bruce Ellington returning a punt for a TD. Other than that, this looks like a 40+ to 3 type of game, with a tremendous amount of Seahawk gloating and several loss of composure scuffles by the Niners.
Assuming the latter, more probable, outcome, the Niners will fly home eliminated from the 2014 playoffs. There will be talk about players playing the final two games for pride and professionalism, but let’s face it: the players just want to go home for the winter and escape the toxic atmosphere created by the year long Jed York effort to deflate Jim Harbaugh, turn him into a lame duck coach, and show him who’s boss.
Much has been said and will continue to be said about injuries, the players, schemes, and the coaches, but one thing has emerged this year that seems clear: the 49ers’ owner is a gutless little twit who’s far more like his dad John York than he is like his uncle Eddie Debartolo. If his petty tweet throwing the team and its coaches under the bus following the 49ers loss to Seattle wasn’t sorry enough, the following game in Oakland, there were Jed and John leaving the stadium before the game even ended. Say what you will about the jackass owner in Dallas, but even he has never walked out on his team while they were still on the field.
It’s possible the Seahawks will come into this game so overconfident they blow it, but it’s not very likely. They love beating the Niners, for one thing. For another, they still have a great chance to repeat as Super Bowl champions. Aaron Rodgers might be the only one standing in their way, but Rodgers has shown a streak of Peyton Manningness in recent years — great in the regular season, splat in the playoffs.
But, that’s all down the road a bit. For the moment, despite my pessimism, it’s still possible to say, “Hey, anything can happen! We can win out, sneak into the playoffs, and pull off a Baltimore Ravens Super Bowl miracle!”
It’s also quite possible that two minutes into the second quarter, we’ll be jamming the official fork into 2014 season.