Are you getting tired of the term “labor stoppage”? How about “lockout” or “collective bargaining agreement”? Because for all the talk about Jim Harbaugh staying the night at the 49ers’ facility in Santa Clara twice, who his coordinators will be now that David Shaw is officially Stanford’s head football coach, and whatever the hell the Raiders are doing in Alameda, it’s looking more and more like there won’t be an NFL season kicking off next September.
And the NBA looks about the same, although the Warriors have been stuck in neutral for so long it’s hard to imagining them going forward. Really, until the new owners figure out what they’re going to do with Monta Ellis, Stephen Curry, Andris Biedrins, and the expiring contracts on the roster, nobody knows how this team can do much more than win perpetually win 35 games per season. But with the whole labor B.S. out there, everyone’s afraid to do anything. Ready, get set, tread water.
So what’s left is baseball, and for those who like to get their “eh” on, hockey (although caring about hockey before their eternally long playoffs start isn’t good for one’s health). All of this isn’t natural for the sports-addicted among us. Fans have to obsess over a new 49ers coach who may not actually lead his team into a real battle for a year, if not longer. Or whether or not Pablo Sandoval got another triple-fudge sundae at Coldstone. Unemployment rates hover around 10%, and sports fans have to prepare for a 24/7 news cycle featuring a legal war between millionaires and billionaires.
Screw it, I’m going to go home and cook some burgers on the grill and watch the Giants World Series DVD. Real life is kind of lame today. I’m blaming it on the weather. Fog’s thicker than Brian Wilson’s beard around here today.