Happy New Year, Outsiders! And thanks for sticking with me during this pretty much all downhill season. May the coming year make being a 49er fan a lot more rewarding than it has been lately. I’d say it can’t get much worse, but I said that to my Dad once, regarding a particularly gruesome era in my life, and he smiled knowingly, with a hint of enjoyment it seemed, and said, “Oh, yeah. It can.”
Special thanks to Berger for helping get this site launched and getting the ball rolling each morning, and to NoFear for volunteering to share all those purty pictures that were far more visually pleasing than the disappointing content that the team provided us on a weekly basis.
Doing this site each day has been an education into just how full of shit one guy can be if he sits down and works at it diligently. I’d like to say I won’t be buying any more cheap talk or over-hyped expectations this coming year, but I’m blessed with short term memory loss and will probably be gushing all over again as the draft comes and goes and another season eventually arrives. Short term memory loss is not so good for remembering people’s names ten seconds after they introduce themselves, but it’s indispensable for cornerbacks, fans, and Off Broadway scribes.
One final game remains to be butchered this Sunday. There isn’t much reason to watch it except for morbid curiosity, which is good enough for me. NaVorro Bowman will be filling in for Patrick Willis in what will hopefully be the first start of a long and glorious career here. There’s little likelihood that Arizona will do us a favor by eking out a win and planting the Niners in the number 5 slot for the 2011 draft, but who knows? They may just be a little more motivated to put an end to the butt kickings the Niners have laid on them the past two seasons.
The NFL kindly provides a post season tournament following this last useless game to help push memories of the regular season into the background for twenty disheartened franchises, and for the eighth straight season we Niner fans will be among those twenty loser groups eager to finally watch some good football featuring teams that actually can play this game with some competence. I usually begin this playoff period rooting for every team to fail, but in each game I watch, somewhere around the second quarter, I find myself pulling more for one team to lose than the other. I don’t know where this tilt from impartiality comes from, but it’s part of the magic of sports. It’s impossible to watch a contest without ending up rooting for one side or the other, even if it’s two penguins doing a peck and slap on an ice floe over a babe.
When we return next Monday, Jim Harbaugh will be on the final day of his career at Stanford and the competition for his services will officially begin Tuesday. The Niners are reportedly up against the University of Michigan in this sweepstakes, so Jed York’s statement about money being no object will receive its first stern test. Incumbent Michigan coach Rich “The Weasel” Rodriguez has yet to be fired, but that could come Monday also.
I’d wish for peace on earth this coming year, but I’m not quite ready for the earth to be impacted by a gigantic meteorite. I do hope all of you have good health this year, though. Life’s a real bitch without it.
For you youngsters out there, or oldsters who still think they’re young, knock yourselves out tonight. I know I did. Oh, yes indeed. But that was another lifetime ago. Tonight, Skeebette and I will be baby sitting a couple of grandkids so their mommy and daddy can go whoop it up. Those two kids have some seriously good toys, though, so I’m going to have myself a fine, fine evening. Cheers to all!