Our weekly check-ins with Bay Area sports teams have more questions than answers.
The football gods seem to be smiling on the San Francisco 49ers this week. This is a team rested, healthy and seemingly under load heading into the second half of the season.
With the addition of Christian McCaffrey, Kyle Shanahan now has an offensive weapon that should have Jimmy Garoppolo playcall wristbands up to his biceps. has shrunk significantly.
Sunday night, the Los Angeles Chargers come for a prime-time game. It’s like a new beginning for the 49ers. Kind of like when it all started in September. Relentless march to the Super Bowl.
They then went outside and were handed hats by the inferior Chicago Bears.
This week is also a new beginning for our local football heroes. But it would be nice to have a different ending.
what happened to the champion?
Get your doctor on the stats here!! What’s happening to the champion Golden State Warriors?
At this rate, Stephen Curry would be about five feet tall by the end of the season. The weight of carrying this team on your shoulders can only be sustained for a long time. W Locker Ring the alarm in his room now. I desperately need a wake-up call.
Honestly, I don’t know why this team, who played a breathtaking defense last year and won games with the joy usually reserved for the Harlem Globetrotters, suddenly went faceplanting with mashed potatoes. Hmm.
Curry, Kevon Looney, Andrew Wiggins, and perhaps only Draymond Green resemble the group that marched through the streets in March with the Larry O’Brien Trophy above their heads.
Klay Thompson sometimes seems to play in a different rhythm than his teammates. Jordan Poole now looks like the kid who forgot to bring a pencil to finals, and his two youngsters at the core of Warriors 2.0, Jonathon Kuminga and James Wiseman, are shirt vs. skins. Pickup may look like his two children just picked in his game.
That said, there are still 11 games left in the long season. There’s a lot of talent on this team, but I’m not ready to stand on the back deck of a sunken ship and sing God Save the King just yet.
I trust Steve Kerr.
Baseball’s free agent raw meat market is now open for business, and those of us here in the Bay Area hope to take home the biggest box on the shelf.
I’d like to say that Fahan Zaidi and I share our thoughts on player personnel every morning at the macchiato, but the Giants’ GM doesn’t want me to get dressed, even if I walk into his office. You wouldn’t pay attention…as the Tooth Fairy.
Still, I can’t help but wonder if he and the Giants’ business side might look at Aaron Judge as a whole in a different light.
Front office suits must be thinking: Think of a Christmas party we could host. ”
While in the baseball operations office, Zahidi and his pals are thinking. He may sell his 5,000 seats in one game, but deliberately 150 times a year because no one has a contract to swing a bat big enough to protect him. You will be walked.”
I like Aaron Judge, but I’d probably go with Trea Turner, Brandon Nimo, and whatever starting pitcher you choose.
And that’s why I’m not, or ever will be, the general manager of a baseball team.
What? Hey Hey?
Last week, I was lucky enough to be invited to the San Francisco premiere of the much-talked-about HBO documentary Say Hey Willie Mays.
Review of the movie: Good. I really can’t say I give it two thumbs up for her. It was either the thumb or the little finger.
If you don’t know much about the guy, it’s insightful, for the most part accurate, and in my opinion, and that of most people in the Western world, the greatest movie ever played. Attractive portrait of a man. Baseball game.
When I first started in the broadcasting business, when Mays was still playing here in San Francisco, he took pity on the young, stupid would-be announcer and effectively adopted me.
I went to his house and talked about baseball. He talked about the old black leagues and who inspired him to play with him as a kid at Black’s Barons in Birmingham.
Willie Mays had a high-pitched, high-pitched voice and an infectious “cackle” when he laughed that filled the room. I have to meet the man. But I only saw it in the documentary, mostly as an add-on, during the closing credits.
Good friend and lifelong Marinite John Shaye was a documentary consulting producer. He is also the author of his definitive book on Mays called 24: Life Stories and Legends from the Say Hey Kid.
If you’re unfamiliar with Mays, be sure to check out the documentary.
But if you really want to know about Willie Mays, skip the docs and read John Shaye’s book.
you’re glad you did
Barry Tompkins is a 40-year network television sportscaster from San Francisco. Email him at firstname.lastname@example.org.