Goodbye, Mr. Rattay
 
So Tim Rattay has gone. Gone to Tampa Bay. Gone on to be Jon Gruden’s problem. No longer yours or mine. Now, it seems, it’s time for young Alex Smith to step up and take over. Time to show us what he’s got, which can’t be much, considering his lack of experience, and the offensive offensive line that is supposed to protect him.
 
One thing he does have is a fair bit of money, which I hope he’s banking for his old age. Because his old age commences two days from today.
 
Someone should ask the Redskins if they like ketchup or salt on their quarterbacks before they devour the lad like a free lunch. 
 
If John York had any thinnest notion of how football works, which he doesn’t, he wouldn’t have placed the team in the terrible position they’re in. This we already know.  It has taken years of dedication to screwing up, tearing down, tripping over, and making a mess of every aspect of this organization, but he’s managed to pull it off
 
This is just the latest gaffe—acquiring a potentially extremely talented young quarterback and, rather than allowing him to learn a system (System? What system?) of football and then bringing him along gradually, York rolls him in batter, salts and peppers him, and trusses him up for the deep-fryer. Hell, York’s practically tying napkins around the necks of other teams and ringing the dinner bell!
 
York and his ilk have, through persistent apathy and consistent stupidity, torn the Niners down to become the J.V. team that we are, signaling that his organization has absolutely no ability to make intelligent decisions, let alone, win. Winning is as foreign to Dr. York as dieting is.
 
Sell the team, Dr. York.  


 
Posted - October 22, 2005