It’s hard to summarize an 844 page document in 6 minutes or less, but I tried. Wish I could have talked about the militarization of the borders and the mandatory call for E-verify (which everyone seems to dread–except for hi-tech firms).
Here’s the program. I am the first panelist. (I didn’t dye my hair blonde, that’s Jaxon from the Chronicle. I come up in a bit).
Game time is coming up and I have completed all my superstitious rituals that have helped bring me to a vision, of which I will share with you now.
But before that, this could have been a very literary SuperBowl, what with the Ravens named after the masterpiece of famed Baltimore homey Edgar Allen Poe.
What if the 49ers had been named after the work of a San Francisco literary figure. Kerouac? The Roadies? Jack London? The White Fangs? Danielle Steele? The Romancers?
No, no, no. Last night, the movie version of the great Dashiell Hammett classic was on. Imagine the Ravens vs. the Maltese Falcons.
No?
OK, nevermore.
I’m feeling 24-20 for some reason.
Here’s how it goes, 49ers score first with an Akers field goal (hooray!) , then add a TD, a run by Frank Gore, then another by Kaepernick. That’s 17 in one half.
The Ravens come back after the field goal to go ahead 7-3.
Niners make it 10-7.
Then make it 17-7 at half-time.
In the second half the Ravens come back, scoring to make it 17-14.
Twice more they penetrate 49er territory, but get only field goals to go ahead 20-17.
In the final quarter, the 49er offense wakes up with some long passes to Vernon Davis.
And then sensing man coverage at the line, Kaepernick uses his legs to score a game-winnng touchdown.
49ers go ahead, 24-20.
That’s my copyrighted vision of today’s SuperBowl that I have licensed the 49ers to use as they wish.
If you’re a better and take the Ravens and the points, or the 49ers giving, the line is 4, and what do you know, it’s a push, a tie.
That should make the Harbaugh’s parents’ happy.
But the 49ers win the game.
BTW, I made a rare appearance on the KQED “This Week in Northern California” program where I joined a panel talking about immigration reform.
If you missed it, here’s a link to the TV show.
LATE ADD: OK, my prediction, the game, nothing worked out quite the way I said. For the most part, Beyonce won the game, as the 49ers were lip-synching through three quarters. But then came that 34 minute delay due to a power failure. You mean a 49er power failure wasn’t enough, now the Superdome had to be less than super? And though what usually is spawned by a power failure is a baby boom nine months later, this power failure birthed an explosion of energy from the 49ers who nearly made it all the way back from the dead. 28-6 certainly made us all more interested in whatever buffet was before us and not the football game. But then, the 49ers began to play, outgaining, outscoring the Ravens, topped off with a Kaepernick score to bring the 49ers to a 31-29 deficit. The Ravens added a field goal making it 34-29. Then, with the ball on the Baltimore 5-yard line, the 49er juggernaut hit a wall–the Ravens defense. Four plays, goal to go, and nothing. No runs, passes. Lots of penalties. Oh, those aren’t penalties? Well then, the pistol was shot. The 49ers empty.
Oh, what could have been? From 34-29, the Niners go 36-34. Flacco and the Ravens still had a lot of time to drive for a game winning FG or a TD. Or maybe the 49er defense finally prevails. We won’t know that ending. We’re stuck with the one we’ve got.
A Super Bowl win you cherish and commemorate. A Super Bowl loss burns eternally.
You do learn from it, as team and as a fan. And you go on from there, perhaps to achieve or witness greatness again.
But until that happens, you can never quite turn off the lights on such a super loss.
