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18 September 2007 - The one where San Fran is in first place

As opposed to ending with, I'm going to start this entry with my Vernon Davis fun fact.
Vernon Davis has such an imposing presence that he can only score 2 fantasy points in two weeks and still lead his team to back to back victories.


That's right everybody. The Niners are 2-0. People said that it would be a cold day in hell before this would happen. Well, it looks like serial killers and unwed mothers are enjoying some fun winter weather down there.
Even more impressive is how horrible Alex Smith and crew have looked...YET THEY STILL WIN. The 49ers are the NFL's version of that kid in high school who studied at the last minute and pulled off B's without ever working that hard. And what would that kid always say? "Imagine if I actually put a little effort into my work. I'd be getting straight A's!"
Well, that's the strategy that Mike Nolan is adopting this season: Get by doing the least possible amount of work. But as all procrastinators know, there's going to come a point where your mom gives you the talk about starting your papers early and insisting that if you don't put in a little effort than your life is going to be pointless, meaningless and spent living in an apartment above a bowling alley and below another with an LSD-addicted room mate who claims to be John Stamos' long lost brother.
Come on, I can't be the only one who had that talk, right?
Anyhoo, I have a feeling that Week 3 is when the Niners get this talk from their team mom (maybe there's a Chunky Soup commercial in this) and show up in the first half. Go Niners. Go America.

-MGD

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