On Monday night, the San Francisco 49ers defeated those elite Washington Redskins 27-6 with the whole country watching in awe. It was something to behold, the pure perfection of it all.
What conclusion can we draw?
Oh, that's simple. The 49ers, who stunningly had lost two in a row before defeating that Washington juggernaut, are back — all the way back. They are for sure going to the Super Bowl played on some reclaimed swampland in New Joisey. When a team can hold the glorious Redskins to no touchdowns, that team — the Niners — is destined for ultimate glory.
Those three paragraphs I just wrote are pure fantasy, as in, “Fairytales can come true, it can happen to you” and all that jazz. The 49ers would like to believe they are back and the 49er Faithful want to believe the team is back, but is it?
Let's talk reality. The 49ers, through no fault of their own, played a bunch of clowns on Monday. Some people say the Redskins should change their name. How about the Landover, Md., Clowns?
The Clowns could not contain the Niners' offense, totally containable lately. The Clowns especially could not contain quarterback Colin Kaepernick — more on the verbal-minimalist Niners QB in a moment.
First a word on the Clowns. Their coach Mike Shanahan used to be the best head coach in the NFL. It wasn't even a discussion. Now, he should retire.
Maybe he lost his energy. Or maybe the league passed him by. Who knows? But that Clowns team he presented the Niners was and is a disgrace. Washington could not defend the pass and it presented no discernible offense of its own.
The Clowns' over-hyped, faddish quarterback Robert Griffin III can't pass, can't read defenses, can't even run anymore. He's hurt — perhaps permanently damaged — and when he tried to run away from linebacker Ahmad Brooks, Brooks just ran him down.