HI, I'm Scott and my 49ers have now lost 2 super bowls that they arguably should have won, both to the Chiefs.
Especially this last one.
They're not a crappy team, but that's a crappy situation. They say it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved, but I'm not so sure.
This is the world's tiniest violin playing just for you... Bears last Superbowl appearance was 2007 and last win was 1986.
Hi
91 Skins were on the extremely short list of greatest teams ever. Gibbs swan song was a divisional playoff loss in 92, followed by his retirement.
Since then, we’ve been to the playoffs 6 times in 32 years. Won 2 wildcard games. Otherwise bupkiss. That’s an 18.75% chance of squeaking in (never won more than 10 games) and a 6.25% chance of winning a wildcard game. 0% chance of making the championship round.
For comparison, it’s also a 3.125% chance of me watching the most electrifying rookie to come in the league year his knee apart and ruin his career, not 20 yards in front of my face from my end zone seats.
To add insult to injury, I’ve had to endure 24 seasons of quite literally the worst owner in the history of sports and a commode of a stadium. For the last 10 years, it was painfully obvious the team had zero shot of success. Zip. Zilch. DOA.
Somewhere in the middle of all of this, the tragic murder of our collective favorite player, right as he turned his life all the way around, as he ascended to one of the best to ever play his position, while honorably defending his family as best he could. One of the truly saddest events to occur in sports history (RIP Sean).
One of the proudest fanbases was reduced to rubble. Year after year chipped away at pure, unbridled obsession until there was nothing left. First stage was accepting hopelessness and passively watching. Next stage was fading them onto the laptop on Sundays. Stage 3 was not watching altogether.
Nothing compares to the terminal stage 4 of pure, unbridled disgust. Revulsion. The commode of a stadium becoming a porta potty of disrepair. Sleazy, secret nude videos of cheerleaders. Sexual assaults from the owner. Our name (literally) dragged through the mud. The obvious milking of the aforementioned tragedy, purely for financial gain, with the pisspoor effort to enshrine his legacy resulting in a family picture taken in front of literal porta potties and a ****** cheap *** mannequin with no face instead of an actual statue to save a few bucks. And the final insult, a half assed attempt at a rebrand that lives on.
I could go on and on and on, but I won’t. Those days are over. We have been gifted a new owner who will spend money in the margins on things like upgrading the cafeteria, workout facilities, and practice headquarters. An owner who understands there is no salary cap on coaches and front office staff and is willing to take full advantage.
This expansion franchise is just getting started. The clouds have parted and within a 6 month period, we were blessed with that new owner, GM, HC, and exciting potential franchise QB. Time will pass and the name will change. The terrible uniforms will be transformed. And the commode will be blown to bits as we relocate to a Taj Mahal of a stadium on the site of our wonderful previous glory days that live in our minds eye.
Washington is now being modeled off the most successful franchises in the league. The owner has patience. And eventually they will get the players right. Of that I have no doubt.
You cannot go lower than the depths of our journey. You simply cannot. Our fanbase is collectively Andy Dufresne, arms outstretched, standing in the rain while the thunder crashes and lightning flashes in the background.
Washington is back. Let it be known far and wide. And one day in the not too distant future, there will be a parade for me to attend that I was too young to witness before. And I will be home once more.
HAIL.
