Judging by the Comment section last week, it appears everybody has run out of gas NFL-wise. Pity.
But, gas is a staple commodity of the Outsider, so we’ll soldier on haphazardly, even if it’s in a vacuum.
Besides, when else would we get to talk about Keith Reaser. Dear old Keith was another of many Trent Baalke rejects who spent the offseason keeping his tenuous NFL hopes alive by playing in the suddenly defunct AAF. Last week, he was scooped off the scrap pile by Kansas City, no doubt for camp fodder come August. After all, if he hasn’t distinguished himself as an NFL CB in five years of trying, the odds are pretty steep that he’ll do so now.
Soon he’ll wait for the phone to ring and it won’t, sending him tumbling into the long, dark night of The Life of Chuck. The guy who brags endlessly about who he used to be when he was nothing, railing and cursing at everyone who dares remind him he’s basically still useless.
Maybe some kind soul will rescue him from himself and send him off to the George Foreman school of trading in a mean thug ass whipped personna for a reborn smiling goofball model.
But enough of the rise and fall of Keith Reaser. Mike Singletary tried to use the AAF to pull his NFL HC ambitions off life support, too. It didn’t go so well. Big Mike’s Memphis Express team finished dead last in the league. Cue the blub, blub, blub.
And in 49er news, don’t ask, don’t tell.