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This really does suck, and there are so many layers to the suck. It's incredibly hard to make it all the way to the Super Bowl so who knows how long it'll be till were back, also, we have now lost the last three Super Bowls we've been to, and to further exacerbate the suck, there's the fact that there's really no reason or excuse for why we lost. We played a pretty damn good game of football. Our two big question marks coming into the game were if Brock Purdy was up to snuff, and if our defense would show up or not. Both Purdy and our D had great games, sure you could argue he missed Deebo in the back of the end zone by a yard but he had pressure in his face, and yes you can also say that in the end the defense lost a receiver in the flat for a wide open touchdown on the biggest play of the entire season. But in the end we played a great game, we just couldn't shut the door on them. We kicked field goals when we needed touchdowns, we forced incompletions when we needed sacks (my god we really could have used a sack or two from Bosa). We had the opportunities; fumbles, interceptions, drives starting from their own two yard line, but we just couldn't capitalize. Sitting here in the dark as I fail to distract myself from the embarrassing pain that is being a fanatic, I can only come up with two admittedly weak excuses to point towards .
1. Kyle Shanahan has to run the ball more. The overtime drive was the perfect example of our teams ability to demoralize the opponent by running it down their throats over and over again. Yet for some reason, he forgot we have the best running back in the league for the entire third and fourth quarter.
2.We got a terribly unlucky bite from the injury bug. Yes every team has injuries and the Chiefs even had a few themselves during this game. But to have Dre Greenlaw, our third best defender (who led the league in playoff interceptions by the way) rupture his Achilles tendon as he runs onto the field during a commercial break, is just devastating. It immediately flooded my brain with an intrusive memory from 2019 of eating dinner at Disney Land watching Kevin Durant tear his achilles in game 5 of the NBA Finals as the Warriors championship hopes were drowned in my internal ocean of sorrow.
Yes that second point is weak as hell, but I'm a sad boy, thinking sad thoughts while looking for a scape goat to blame so I don't have to face the cold hard facts that we lost the Super Bowl AGAIN and our season is over. Some will tell me to quit whining because my team is tied for the second most Super Bowl rings with five big game victories, but the last of those was in 1995. I was six years old when that happened, so as much as I'd like to sit here and lie to you about how I remember that Super Bowl win, so that I can try to grasp onto a faded memory of hope that connects me to the pages of history to which I don't belong, I will not. I want to experience one firsthand as an adult with a decent attention span, and a full formed cerebral cortex capable of committing the presumably euphoric experience to memory. One, just one, I swear I only need one. Yes, I know I'm being ridiculous, and you're right, life is great and there's a billion different things I love about this life, but now is just not the time for optimism. So if you're reading this I just want to say thank you for allowing me to let go of some of these terribly rotten feelings. I will admit that writing this has helped to reduce the amount of cortisol seething through shoulders by about 5%, so that's nice. Alas, I will complain no more, this is my cross to bear and bear it I shall.
Bang Bang Niner Gang.
Gold Blooded for life.
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