Pure Mockery

Yep, just another road victory in the Eastern time zone.

Now that the 49ers have stormed out of the gates with a 5-1 record while playing their best football since 2001, a lot of folks have asked me how I feel about dropping my season tickets and running a blog that rips the organization for their incompetence.

Basically, Jim Harbaugh and the 49ers are completely mocking me with each victory as they force-feed an extra-large helping of crow down my throat every week. That's a good thing. I'd rather be the jackass who was wrong about this team's fortunes than the naysayer who was correct. I'm cool with it - it's kinda funny, in a way.

But if you ask me about missing the experience of going to Candlestick on gameday, I'll tell you that I'm perfectly content to flip the game on at 1 o'clock and turn the channel the moment the game has ended.

• I don't miss the traffic getting in and out of the stadium. 
• I don't miss navigating my SUV through the parking lot to squeeze into a space made for a Mini Cooper. 
• I don't miss looking at my ticket stub and seeing a price tag of nearly $150 per seat. 
• I don't miss the dumbasses that chant "Niiiiiiiners, Niiiiiiiiiiners" up the escalator heading into the stadium. 
• I don't miss 10 dollar beers or the awful stench in the Hofbrau bar at halftime.
• I don't miss the stadium PA trying to force excitement with that goddamned "DEFENSE" cheer. 
• I don't miss the mouth-breathers in Niner Noise trying to turn every TV timeout into a re-inactment of "Drumline." 
• I don't miss the trolls that would carry several bags of trinkets and garbage who sat in our row and refused to budge an inch to let us into our seats.

Quite frankly, I don't miss that shithole at all, and I doubt I ever will.