The 49ers have drafted in the top eleven for seven straight years, six of which they actually drafted there, or will, and one of which Bill Belichick drafted there while they took Kentwan Balmer down near the bottom of the round. Gong!
The Rams built a Super Bowl team by being bums for a decade, but not too many other teams have succeeded in this fashion. And the Rams got lucky, just like the Cardinals did. Each team’s starting QB was injured and Kurt Warner stepped into the breach for each. Voila!
Each of these woeful years, Niner fans have cherished having a top tier pick, but also devoutly wished never to have one again. Unless it be acquired via a trade. IOW, not by earning it.
This year will be no different. But will next year be the same all over again?
We put this question to the right side of our brain and received the following reply: There’s a good chance we’ll be back here next year, too. The offense was the youngest team in the league in 2010. They won’t be much older in 2011. The O-line has yet to prove itself leak proof or ice breaker tough. We’ll enter the season without a proven QB. The defense is getting old and has too many mediocre players for one draft to fix. The new coaching staff might have a learning curve to negotiate, as well as the players. The schedule is brutal. A lockout could sabotage the new regime. Prognosis: another 6 to 8 win season.
We then handed the question to the left side of our brain. Ha ha. Yabba dabba doo! What a year we will have. Jim Harbaugh’s the reincarnation of Bill Walsh. The team is ready to pounce, they just needed a real head coach. Mike Iupati will strike terror into the hearts of linebackers and defensive tackles all over the league. Michael Crabtree will explode into a super star receiver in Harbaugh’s varied and masterful game plans. QB Whoever will burst on the scene like the next great It. The defense will be rejuvenated playing with a lead, instead of trying to hold the fort while the offense struggles all game to score a measley seventeen points. It’s an eleven or twelve win season, no problemo.
Finally, we took our half-wits to the full wit lab and put them in a centrifuge. Whirr, whirr. Dawdle, dawdle. Hmm, hmm. Tick, tock. Hi, Mom. It’s me. Got a minute? Blah, blah. Gotta go. Pace, pace. Ding!
The Truth Emerges: Beats me. Lot of variables. Injuries happen. Lightning strikes. Luck bounces. Perceptions change. Too soon to tell. We’ll see. Snore. ZZZZzzzztt.
It’s clear that civilization has not occurred because of rational synthesis, but because one side of various brains or events gets out of whack and produces action — or reaction. Movement toward or from. In addition, no one ever has any fun or excitement sitting on the fence with a balanced scale. People who try are often sneered at for being too gutless to take a stand.
However, it appears that left siders are blonde and have more fun than right sider brunettes. There is an air head factor here, true, but that only counts in marriage, not in dating. We are married to the 49ers, but each season is just an affair. Better keep this metaphor zipped up about now, before I go too far.
Skeebers Skeebaloney, reporting from Indianapolis.