No More Platitudes
The lull that comes between the end
of football season and the beginning of baseball season is a little strange,
isn't it? Nothing to do but watch college basketball-which is just fine with
me-scam a trip to the AT & T, count the days until pitchers and catchers
report, watch Tiger beat Lefty, and in the case of this year, keep up on the
extra fifteen minutes of fame that Jose Canseco seems to be getting for
himself.
It also allowed some time for sitting back and watching what the
so-called ownership of the Niners are willing to do by way of fulfilling the
promises made by--as Hunter would call him--a certain fat man in glasses. You
know, the one who confessed to the Bay Area not long ago that he hadn't really
realized what went into the making of a football team, how he hadn't fully
appreciated the dedication needed, and so forth.
Mmmm hmm. You
bet.
Coach Nolan seems an affable enough guy, willing to work hard, and
as near as I can tell without having watched him in action, a reasonably good
coach.
No disrespect to Jonas Jennings--I'm sure he's a terrific guy and
will be a good player. Just getting Kwame onto the correct side of the line has
to help. It's pretty good start. And as we know, with this team you could start
just about anywhere.
The proof is always in the proverbial pudding
though, isn't it, and all the good intentions in the world can't fix the
situation if the aforementioned fat man with glasses doesn't whip out his
checkbook and spend some money on quality players, who can steadily improve the
team's performance. That's the best we can hope for, short of him selling the
team to someone who's competent and gives a rip.
So we'll see. Personally
I don't want to hear another word out of the guy-throat lozenge or no. No more
platitudes about understanding what the team means to the Bay Area and it's
fans. No more humble acknowledgements of ignorance. Dr. York-- it's time to put
your money where you mouth is, which means it's time to pull it out of wherever
you keep it-which is probably in that spot where your heart is supposed to
be.
