Let’s check in with our friends Bonta Hill and Joe “Pretty Fly for a White Guy” Shasky at 95.7 the Game on a beautiful Monday morning wherever you may be:

“I cannot watch the game back. I cannot do it to myself. It’s the first time in a long time I’ve been able to say that, where I shut the laptop down, maybe after the first drive and just sat there in darkness in my hotel room Shasky. In complete darkness, thinking about what could have been. What could have been? But the drought continues. The 49ers haven’t won a Super Bowl since the ’94 season. And we gotta go through this again. Another offseason, another draft, another training camp, another season. And all the stars aligned for this team. All the stars aligned for this team.” 


Not gonna lie, we had to lay low for a bit after the Niners whipped our ass in Philadelphia. It wasn’t looking good. I didn’t have much of a retort. Couldn’t work an angle for a riposte and thought these jokers would get the last laugh. But then they choked away the Super Bowl and Deebo Samuel contributed diddly poo in the process, so I here I come crawling out of the woodwork faster than you can say “termite.”

What’s funny is that for all of the shit 49ers fans and players said this past year, they have the same thing we do. They have jack shit. They earned themselves a heart-wrenching three-point Super Bowl loss to the Chiefs, so welcome to the club. All of the hemming and hawing and bitching and moaning amounted to nothing. You are 0-3 in Super Bowls since 1994 and last won a ring when Melissa Etheridge was doing rehearsals for her Woodstock performance.