For the third straight year, the 49ers are beating the bushes looking for a new regime to hopefully convince a skeptical fanbase that they know what they’re doing. Unfortunately for them, the fanbase is, by now, 100% sure that this is not the case and never will be as long as pinhead and the bean counter are running the show.
These two pretenders have so far scheduled a boatload of interviews for both the vacant GM and HC positions. This is calculated to demonstrate they know a lot of people in the business. But it also means they’re going to sit there drooling and mumbling until somebody makes them feel tingly. Hopefully, that tingle won’t involve a candidate who’s okay with them continuing to dabble and meddle in the football side of the franchise.
Paraag Marathe, aka the bean counter, is going to like the candidates who like sabermetrics and will no doubt welcome his statistical input from the coaches booth during games.
Jed York, aka the pinhead, will mainly try to sound like he’s intelligent and not a complete dildo. Any GM or HC candidate worth a crap will have some thought bubbles rising like steam over his head during the interviews which, more or less, wonder how a complete dipwad like York could ever be put in charge of a football enterprise.
My guess is it’s Marathe that the candidates will have to impress in order to get the job they’re interviewing for. I hate to say it, but that’s probably a best case scenario. Marathe at least has an intelligent approach and a system. York is just a clueless pretender.
It was Marathe who brought in Mike Nolan to rebuild the 2004 2-14 team and Nolan hired Scot McCloughan. Together they built the championship team that Jim Harbaugh brought to fruition. The Yorks have selected Dennis Erickson, Mike Singletary, Jim Tomsula, and Chip Kelly. So, yeah, I’ll take a Marathe pick over a Jed York pick. I might even be tempted to take a Joan in accounting pick over a York guy.
You would hope that York is suffering mightily from the near universal scorn and derision shoveled his way the past two years. A normal person would. Even anonymous bloggers melt down when their egos get torched. The obvious recent hair loss points to some concern on his part. Rich kids probably learn early how to look with disdain on the everyday rabble around them, but getting slapped around by kids, women, bartenders, cab drivers, beat reporters — it’s got to put a dent in the power of disdain as body armor. He most certainly does not want to be up on the podium again next year explaining yet another disastrous choice.
Still, if you do this charade often enough, it’s entirely possible for batshit blind luck to come into play. And 2-14 isn’t all that tough to show improvement from. Then again, if anybody can screw up this opportunity, it’s Jed York. The most inept owner in all of sports.