An Open Letter To Jed York & Trent Baalke

Dear Beavis & Butthead,

You have taken an awesome NFL team and F$#@ed it all up.   49er-logoWHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? Do you even like football?

You got smart (or was it an accident?)  in 2011 when you hired Jim Harbaugh and his staff. HE had his stuff together, HE loves football, HE had been a Quarterback in the NFL and worked well with Alex Smith and then-rookie Colin Kaepernick. After years of losing more games than winning – the 49ers finally make the playoffs. Then Alex gets hurt and Colin takes his place. Kap’s athleticism, strength, and talent blew everyone away.  The NFL commentators & the press fell in love with Colin and he was now the “chosen one”. Sorry Alex, but the kid walks on water, so we are giving him your job.

THEN…  Something happened. And we can’t get a straight and honest answer about what. For some reason last year you couldn’t get rid of Harbaugh fast enough. This put morale in the dumper, and, adding stress to that you have yourself a team that can’t focus. Remember, this is the team that had to work with a new head coach every year, until you hired Harbaugh. With one out of the four years of his contract remaining, rumors started that Harbaugh was looking for another job. I suspect you guys started it, but that’s moot now. Harbaugh is history.

Jim Tomsula has been with the 49ers long enough to know that he took a temp job.  No 49er coach makes it to the end of their contract. Everybody knows that.

We faithful convinced ourselves it was a nasty rumor, right up until the announcement.

That was the first of your BAD stupid STUPID decisions.

WHAT was your problem with him? He was shaping the 49ers back into the well-oiled machine they used to be.  We were gaining momentum, our reputation and pride were growing again. We liked this guy, Jim Harbaugh. We loved how he watched the plays so intently, and was emotionally committed to the team. He took bad calls personally, and he celebrated along with his players and their fans. We were so happy you brought him to the team.

Either you guys have really bad memories (brain damage?), or there is no loyalty in football. At least not in the executive booth. The players and the fans have plenty of it. Maybe not as much as they used to – considering…

FrankGore  Considering that you two bozos are firing, letting go, or not keeping key players on board. 49er greats like Gore and Iupati are moving on to other teams. Wait, WHAT!?!  FRANK GORE!? is no longer a 49er?  He signed up with Indianapolis this week.  Apparently, you did NOT do everything you could to keep him. LIARS!

You were so broken up about losing strong, veteran players (Ha!) that you hustled and hired 4 new guys. I would guess you were familiar with their NFL records, but were you aware of their criminal records?  Remember Ray McDonald? Bruce Miller?  You signed up for more of that? AND YOU DIDN’T TRY TO KEEP FRANK?  I imagine the NFC West are doing happy-dances about now.

OK, this is the horrifying nightmare of the 2015 season:

Who will NOT be a 49er:                           

  • Patrick Willis
  • Frank Gore
  • Justin Smith/ Aldon Smith – assumed will be gone
  • Mike Iupati
  • Chris Culliver
  • Dan Skuta
  • Stevie Johnson
  • Perrish Cox
  • Michael Crabtree

  Who WILL be a 49er:

  • QB-Blaine Gabbert (re-signed for 2-yr)
  • TE-Garrett Celek (re-signed for 1-yr)
  • LS-Kyle Nelson (re-signed for 4-yr)

NEW Guys:

  • WR-Torrey Smith (5-yrs)
  • DT-Darnell Dockett (2-yrs)
  • WR-Jerome Simpson (2-yrs)
  •  RB-Jarryd Hayne, from Aussie Rugby Team (3-yrs) free-agent

Well, that concludes my rant. I feel a little better now, but I won’t be able to relax until this free-agent craziness ends!

Be well and prosper, guys. No matter which team you are playing for.  ❤

Little 49er Fan






A Chaos Theory

chaosI must say this upfront, in case you are new to my blog –  I am not a scientist, nor physicist.

( My long-time readers can stop laughing now …)

Yet, I have proven this chaos theory many times over the years. In fact, I am doing so this week, in my very own office, just trying to move back in.

Somehow, despite all the cabinets and shelves my office has now, there is not enough room for everything designated to be there. SIGH. This turns the fun in putting things away, to dreaded decision-making. About my stuff crap.

Yes, I have gathered much, over the past 50 years, but I’ve only held on to the most precious crap. Then, my mother and sister move on to their eternal rest, and stick me with their precious crap. My inner-teen whines, “this is just SO unfair!”, as I go through boxes of precious family crap and realize I must keep a lot of it for historical and sentimental reasons. It is my duty as the only survivor.

I cannot part with the boxes of genealogical research, and reference documents my mom worked with before she became ill. They, combined with my hubby’s mom’s research, may help me discover the (missing) link between our individual Richardson family trees. If nothing else, there are some great things in there for a novel…

OK. I decide to put all the family research on the top shelf. It won’t be in the way there – I can’t reach the shelf under it without a step-stool.  The shelf I can reach, is the ‘staging’ area for the upper shelves until hubby emerges from his shop, or wherever he is at the moment, and puts them up for me.

Yesterday, hubby shocked me with the news that he needed some file space in my office too. What!?!  It turned out he only needed 5 hanging folders, but he scared me. He has most of his files in the shop’s filing cabinet, but wanted to keep personal files in the house. I gave him permission, what the Hell. Someday, I may need a square foot of shop space. For what, I don’t know. But it’s good to be prepared. The Military Girl Scouts taught me that.

Spring has sprung up here – the days are getting warmer, the bees are wildly spreading pollen, and the squirrels are flirting and chasing each other. I would normally be out on the deck with my laptop, re-writing chapter five of my novel, but I need to gather all the boxes that waited around in closets and the garage for me to put them away. Hubby wants to park in there – this year.

Then, the chaos should reach its peak, and in a few days, my little office will officially be open for business!