I just had to wait a day for the Shocker, and it was my own bumbling boobs, the O-and-Niners, rising off the Moldy Carpet and leveling the Arizona Peyote Buttons at raucous Candlestink Park.
Curt Warner had one his "I'm on Peyote" games, and the Niners 'forced' SEVEN turnovers, scoring all their points (though some were longish drives) thusly. I got to watch this one, as a couple students cancelled, hooray. The Niners sweep the season series with Arizona, and have NO chance to make the playoffs. check out this final schedule scenario:
Niners: Eagles, Lambs, Lions
Cardinals: Lambs, Lions, Packers.
WTF?? We have no chance of catching them.
Just one week after turning in a real stinko against the Seahags by throwing 400 passes, each for 2 yards, they noticed they have this guy named Frank Gore on their team. They shoulda killed the Seahags (Gore got 200 yds first meeting), and 1 play against the Vikings (the last one) and they are 8-5. BUT! They've got Cellar brains in their game plans half the time, so they have to like 6-7. Hey, it keeps them out of the basement, where the slightly funny smell that you can't fully identify (dead mouse? barf? milk? beer? all of the above?) has a way of making you lower your expectations.
Hooray for the Underdog.
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