“That was one of the most emotionally draining games I’ve ever been a part of.”
-Kyle Juszcyk, 49ers fullback, in the aftermath of Monday Night’s explosive, heart-stopping, brain-melting, gut-punching instant-classic fiasco/showdown with the Seahawks, ushering in this kick-ass, wild new era of the storied 2010s NFC West rivalry.
You’re telling us, Kyle! The game started slow but absolutely delivered on its promises as the NFL matchup we have been waiting for all year, regardless of how you felt about the quality of play (I thought it was better than most others did). And yes, at times it was sloppy, even ugly, particularly the dozen Jimmy G passes dropped by both 49ers receivers and Seattle defenders. It was a defensive slugfest, with a truckload of turnovers and both hopped-up defenses scoring touchdowns, with just enough real offensive burst to keep the momentum going. It had Jaquiski Tartt pulling the ball out of DK Metcalf’s hands on the goal line for a takeaway; Russell Wilson getting hammered by the pass rush one play, then slipping their grasp on another and making one of his patented impossible dime throws; Wilson throwing an interception at the goal line just as the ‘Hawks were about to win in overtime. It had a rookie replacement kicker make a crucial 47-yard kick to tie the game as regulation went to zero, and it had the same rookie miss another 47-yarder that would eventually lose the game in overtime (the kick went into the Visitor’s Tunnel). It had Jason Myers, who missed a potential game-winning kick last week, redeem himself with a kick that was about four feet to the left of the one he shanked the week before, but that proved to be just enough to sneak inside the upright as the overtime clock bled out.
In the end, the difference was probably the Niners missing their two best receivers, Kittle and Sanders, the former inactive before the game and the latter knocked out with an injury in the first quarter. Shanahan schemed as best he could for his QB, but the Seahawks had the run-game stifled, and it fell to the Jimmy Handsome to make throws all night to a bevy of lesser dudes. It sorta worked. Deebo, Dwelley, and all the other usual suspects chipped in, but there were times when the pass was either deflected right off some Niner’s hands and toward the nearest Seahawks corner, or Jimmy G just decided to throw it right to his favorite green and white jersey.
There was a clear difference between how both QBs handled the wild ups and downs of this game. Garoppolo looked rattled by the pressure, had a hard time settling in and making plays. He should have had five interceptions, easy. Meanwhile, Wilson looked as cool and unfazed as only a dude who loves Jesus that much can look. I mean, he’s already going to the promised land, why not take in a few glorious sights on Earth along the way? I mean, having been to two Super Bowls already probably helps in these big moments. Wilson continues to turn in quite a resume for 2019 MVP, though I think it’s going down to the wire with Lamar on that one.
Wish Sherm coulda got an INT or two, and of course the win against his former team. But good to see him and his old frenemy making nice again. Hope he at least told him he sucks, even just for old times’ sake.
There were other epic games this weekend. The Panthers-Packers November Snow Game saw youngster Kyle Allen matching haymakers with Aaron Rodgers as the frosted flakes poured down, and it all came down to the eternally unstoppable McCaffrey being stopped at the goal line on the final play of the game. Vikings-Cowboys saw two NFC 1B powerhouses duke it out, while going in different directions in the standings (Vikes shooting up, Cowboys sliding toward a not-very-distant cliff). In fact, every game but two this week was decided by one score and came down to the final minutes or seconds to be decided.
Yet, Niners/Seahawks rises above, LSU-Alabama-style, because so much was at stake, and because the drama was relentless. In fact, after McLaughlin missed the would-be winner, and it looked like the game could very well end in a tie, it seemed absurd that all this sound and fury might end in the blasphemous, bangless whimper of a draw. Some weird part of me feels more settled in losing, and with the Niners no longer being undefeated, than having that unsightly third number attached to the standings. Stupid, I know. I’m an avowed pinko, but I still can’t get used to those socialist ties. Regrettably, when it comes to sports, I seem to maintain the heart of a meat-scarfing, climate-destroying Randian. Continue reading “WEEK 9-10 RECAP: Fuckboys, UpDawgs, and Pigskin Pusses”