Albert Einstein defined insanity as “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” After watching the 49ers lose 25-22 to the Saints in last night’s home opener, that’s exactly how I feel today: like a loon.
Every single game day, I tell myself that this time we’re going to win. This time the Niners are going to show us why everyone said they’d win the NFC West. This time the world is going to see why Alex Smith was a No. 1 draft pick. This time Singletary will prove he can coach the 49ers to the playoffs. This time we won’t make stupid mistakes. This time
And yet, despite some great performances, when it came down to it, we couldn’t pull out a win. Sure, today around the water cooler (has anyone actually ever gathered around the water cooler in real life to discuss alleged hot hot topics, by the way?), you’ll hear a lot of talk about how Alex Smith looked good out there, how our offensive line really stepped it up and how our defense kept the Saints’ high-powered offense in check all night. You’ll hear people say we can still win the division and that there are 14 games left to play. You’ll hear mumbles of how if only it weren’t for those turnovers, we would have beat the defending Super Bowl Champions. But when it comes down to it, we had three costly turnovers inside the New Orleans 26 and we just couldn’t pull it out. And at the end of the game, I was standing there, yet again, with tears in my eyes cursing myself for having feelings. I mean, seriously. Is there anything worse than caring? I really don’t understand how people do it on a day-to-day basis. It’s so exhausting.
