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Daisy Does the 49ers: SF Creamed By Atlanta, 45-10
by Daisy Barringer
The Atlanta Falcons destroyed the 49ers yesterday in a sobering 45-10 ass-whooping. And yes, when I say “sobering,” I mean it literally because despite my fervent attempt to drink away the agony, no amount of $8.50 beer could numb the pain that was watching my team completely self-implode. And believe me, I tried.
When I agreed to write this weekly post, I didn’t think about what it would feel like to wake up Monday morning and have to relieve every agonizing moment of the previous day’s loss. Normally after a loss that bad, I hunker down in my house and watch crappy Bravo TV shows, avoiding any and all sports highlights, commentary or analysis. (Also, “crappy” in that previous sentence is code for “addictive and amazing,” but I think you knew that already. I mean, have you watched “Flipping Out?” So good.)
But here I am, wishing I’d been wrong when I correctly predicted last week that we would lose to the Falcons, still thinking the Niners will win the NFC West, but knowing that, even if we do, it’s highly unlikely we’ll win against any of the real football teams we’d meet in the playoffs. Of course, that may just be the doom and gloom talking; it’s hard to see the light when the highlight of yesterday’s game was our entire section singing a rousing rendition of "Happy Birthday" to our usher who had to wipe away tears when we finished. (I’m assuming this is because she was moved, and not because our section can’t carry a tune; however, I could be very, very wrong: see aforementioned beer consumption.)
Other HighLowlights:
- Everyone knows the 49ers are a rushing team. Singletary has told us so again and again. This point was really driven home by the fact that our leading rusher for the day was QB Shaun Hill (4 times for 53 yards).
- Time out management. Not gonna lie: I kind of loved when Singletary called the timeout eight minutes into the game to gather the team and tell them to “Wake up and play 49ers football.” However, when Atlanta scored a touchdown pass on the very next play AND we then didn’t have a timeout to challenge Delanie Walker’s “fumbled” kickoff return… Ugh, groan. Also, hell, #@*$@& and WTF. (Yes, Glen Coffee is also to blame for costing us another time out when he was late on the field because he was apparently getting something to drink. He told reporters he doesn’t want to talk about it, and frankly, Coffee, neither do I.)
- Atlanta had 477 yards in total offense. FOUR HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SEVEN. Everyone knows that if we are going to win games, it’s going to be because of our defense. (I mean, have you seen our 3rd-string-at-best QB who we let start games?) And yes, Patrick Willis (love you!) had 12 tackles, but the reality is our defense just didn’t (couldn’t?) get it done.
Which brings me to Dre’ Bly. In case you somehow missed it, Dre’ Bly intercepted Matt Ryan in the third quarter (when we were already down by a gazillion points). Instead of tucking the ball away, he decided to channel his inner-Deion Sanders and showboat. He was then caught from behind by Roddy White who stripped him of the ball, which was then, of course, recovered by Atlanta.
So here is what I would like: a personal, hand-written apology from Dre’ Bly, who had this to say to reporters after the game:
“Like I say, I'm going to be me. That's who I've been my whole life, that's who I was in college. I have fun. Dre's going to be Dre'."
And not only do I want the hand-written note to include an apology in which he acknowledges that he was a complete ass and that there is nothing “fun” about fumbling an interception, I would also like him to express regret for referring to himself in the third person during his original non-apology. Dre’: you know how to reach me. Do the right thing.
Finally, I have to admit, that I was an enormous failure when it came to the 49ers Fan Behavior/Code of Conduct. Not only did I threaten an Atlanta fan with bodily harm, I managed to triple my usage of the f-word from last week’s game, screaming it a total of 24 times. I even managed to get myself involved with what I think might have been some gang activity when a man in a large group next to me said “The Niners suck.” I firmly responded with, “If you want to talk sh*t about the Niners, do it in your own home. But do NOT disparage them in mine.”
Within minutes, he, and all of his friends, got up and went home.
Prediction for next week: A stress-free Sunday as the 49ers have a bye.
Week 7 Predication: 49ers over HOUSTON. Gore will be back and we’ll probably see a little bit of Michael Crabtree, who, in case you were wondering, I will boo until he gives me something to cheer about.