A 49er loss to the Cardinals next Sunday would give the team that was going to win the NFC West the number five pick in the 2011 draft. Egads. What a spectacular flop.
Unfortunately, the team will probably win the game and drop all the way down to around the tenth spot. The area of the draft that has become a sort of home to the franchise the past five years. Top tier of the bottom feeders club.
I said yesterday that the team has a lot of good players and was promptly reminded we don’t have a QB, so what does it matter? It matters a lot, actually, but it is also true that without a good QB no team is going to have much success. Aaron Rogers is a good QB, but he most likely wouldn’t be if he had been drafted by the 2005 San Francisco 49ers.
This wordsmith does not have a clue who our next regime will be, nor a lot of confidence that those chosen will be the answer. To me, the single most important factor that separates the elite teams from the other teams is blind luck. The luck of having the number one pick in the correct year or the luck of finding a HOF QB in the sixth round, or the third round for you folks with memories that go back thirty odd years. I’m not denying that good coaches and management are important, they are very important. But without luck, you have the Pittsburgh Steelers from 1981 to 2005. Good, but no cigar.
At this point in franchise futility, however, good would be a welcome change. Big time. And the 2010 team should have at least been good.
It’s reported that Jed York is consulting with Uncle Eddie about whom to hire as the General Manager, or maybe whom to talk to about whom to hire. That’s good for the PR mill, but I seriously doubt Eddie has any particular insight into the matter. Outside of the luck of hiring Bill Walsh and the devotion acquired by a big heart and a bottomless wallet, Eddie never got much of anything else right.
It’s also said Jed is consulting with Robert Kraft of the Patriots. This doesn’t impress me all that much either. Kraft never got anything right either, until hiring Bill Belichick and lucking into Tom Brady.
As you can see, I’m having a Clint Eastwood moment: Do you feel lucky? Not particularly. But luck is where and when you find it, so who knows? I do feel like it is not asking too much to cease being a league laughing stock, however. That is a reasonable expectation for the oncoming new era in San Francisco. GET IT RIGHT! ENOUGH OF THE BULLSHIT!
The one positive development that I know will be an improvement is that the Yorks will soon be out of the football decision business. We may not hire the right GM, but at least he will be a GM who is like, you know, a football guy of some sort. Having a football guy hire the next Head Coach is much more reassuring than having Paraag Marthe’s computer hire one or Jed York’s youthful emotions hire one.
And it will restore the pecking order for who exactly us blogomaniacs can dump on for precisely what role they have in the next disaster by the Bay. Or, if luck is prepared to smile our way again, whom to applaud. We still know how to applaud, don’t we?