Judge Susan Nelson basically flipped the bird at the players and owners in Minnesota Wednesday, and loudly implied that they both quit dicking around and get a deal worked out. The ball’s in her court and that’s where it’s staying. For the record, she said she’d have a decision in a “couple of weeks.” Which could be anywhere from two weeks to never. She could even make her decision be that they quit dicking around and get a deal worked out.
Hahaha. A whole lot of carefully planned schedules and timetables by both sides of the nastiness just got sent to their rooms without any supper. The general perception in court Wednesday was that the owners would lose this battle, so they have been properly warned about where this is going. But the players were counting on an end to the lockout by July or early August, giving 800+ players time to get employed by some team, and that assumption just got stonewalled indefinitely. Even if they win the case, players may end up missing paychecks in the fall or seeing their FA value decline. So they have also been warned.
IOW, the only reasonable strategy the Judge left either party was to quit dicking around and sign a new CBA contract or both sides were going to get hurt. She chumped these lawyer heads pretty good. Nicely done.
Are you listening NFL and NFLPA? Enough with the baloney.
The 2011 Draft is now precisely three weeks from lift off. The 49ers’ draft board is completed and all that remains to be seen is what the six teams ahead of them do on draft day. I would think Trent Baalke is rubbing his rabbit’s foot hoping two, or at least one, of the six teams throw the dice on a quarterback, pushing the stud defensive talent within his reach. If both Cam Newton and Blaine Gabbert and WR A.J. Green get picked in the top six, the Niners would be able to select one of the following lads: Nick Fairly, Marcell Dareus, Patrick Peterson, Von Miller, or Robert Quinn. Or somebody nobody outside but everybody inside knows about.
Of course, we really don’t have any idea what Baalke is hoping for. Maybe he wants Newton. The Baalke/Jim Harbaugh duo has not been able to perform even one action yet, due to the CBA nonsense. The draft will be their first public performance.
In the meantime, as rudely pointed out recently by our alien reader Rufus, The Masters begins today. This is a great golf tournament, played on the same course every year, with custom golf balls, and anybody who follows golf knows every hole on the back nine by heart. There have been some delicious melt downs on these final nine holes, and that part of the event still holds true. But the stirring back nine charges that this course was also famous for have pretty much been eliminated by the lengthening of the holes. It’s now more of a tournament you try not to lose, rather than one you boldly win.
Ah, but those melt downs are awesome to behold. In no other sport do you get to see a player’s face completely sweat itself off his skull in excruciatingly slow and deadly fashion. In Greg Norman’s case, this death by slow, torturous agony went on for about four ugly hours. He was never the same after that fateful and epic collapse to Nick Faldo, cementing himself in golf lore as the biggest choker in history, prompting Johnny Miller to remark that Norman had the heart of a pea. Ouch!
Here’s hoping the tournament is still up for grabs come Sunday afternoon and the weather is hot and muggy, with every player sporting sweat stained shirts and pants. The more guys there are in contention, the more disasters we will see.