A Culture of Denial is a Culture of Failure

Jim Schwartz addressing the media about Matthew Stafford's "outstanding" mechanics.

It occurred to me earlier that I had yet to even think about the Lions game this weekend against the Colts.  These are the things that happen when your season degenerates into a forced death march through the desert of the damned back to the hell fires that have slow roasted our souls for far too long.  I haven’t really thought much about the game against the Colts because I simply don’t want to.  My brain is in revolt.  When it comes to the Lions, it has gone on strike.  Solidarity, brother.

Earlier today, though, the name Titus Young started being thrown around again and at least a few synapses of my brain decided to cross the picket line and so here we are.  I wish it was a better place, a place where Titus Young didn’t get suspended for acting like a passive-aggressive five year old, but well… yeah.

Just in case you haven’t heard the rumors, here’s how it basically breaks down: against the Packers, Titus decided to throw a petulant little shit-fit because he didn’t think he was getting the ball enough, so, naturally, he did what all rational adults do and intentionally lined up wrong multiple times because, uh, that’ll show ‘em I guess.  Of course, this then led to Jim Schwartz basically exiling Titus from the team for a while (and if this is true then “for a while” probably should have been “permanently”) only to welcome him back to the fold this past week.  And now practice observers report a sullen Titus Young roaming the sidelines of the practice field, picking up trash like he’s been sentenced to community service or some shit.  No word on whether or not he’s been wearing an orange vest.

I don’t really have anything to add to that.  The inanity of it speaks for itself.  It practically screams out LIONS DISEASE in big, flashy neon lights for the whole world to see.  It is the Lions equivalent of the infamous SPARTY NOOOOOOO, which if you don’t know is a reference to Michigan State’s almost supernatural propensity for fucking up at exactly the worst possible moment in the worst possible way.  It is a well-known phenomenon in this here state of mine, and while those on my side of the aisle laugh uproariously and use it as a punch-line, I can understand how my Spartan friends feel about it because goddammit, that’s how shit like this Titus Young news feels to me as a Lions fan.  It is just so quintessentially LIONS, you know?  In that strange and terrible way we are all too familiar with.  ROARY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  Indeed.

It is with that crawling its way laboriously through the halls of my shattered mind that I sit down to write about this weekend’s game and while parts of me are trying desperately to cling to shreds of whatever leftover enthusiasm is still littering those weird halls (at least the ones that Titus Young hasn’t metaphorically scraped up along with his literal janitorial duties – and by the way, I think I’m going to nickname Titus Young “The Janitor” from now on.) other parts of me – and if I’m being honest, the more dominant parts of me – have simply ceased to care.  At least in a way that doesn’t feel like some false put-on, some forced attempt to throw up shredded pom-poms and lead some sort of perverse spirit rally for the congregation.  This season has sucked, yo.  Actually, it hasn’t just sucked, it has suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucked, and I will not pay fealty to it out of some misplaced sense of loyalty and honor.  Fuck it and fuck this team.

I’ll still watch – why not? – but I’m not going to pretend that I’m into it just to placate some foolish juvenile need to engage in some sort of dumb tribalism.  I have been through too much, I have seen too much, and goddammit, I will not put myself through this just to prove a point.  I have too many scars, too many old wounds that never quite healed.  I walk with a permanent limp, my face is disfigured and I drool when I talk.  I have been beaten upside the head too many goddamn times and people look away when they see me because I make them uncomfortable.  I go to support groups and am surrounded by people who tell me to love myself and that everything will be alright but goddammit, I can’t even feed myself without making a mess and I have to wear a diaper and sometimes the diaper leaks.  Things are not alright and I’m not going to lie to myself.  I am a Lions fan, and that is a truth that is filled with stark, naked horror, a truth that cannot be spruced up or made into an inspirational holiday story for the kids.  My team’s mascot is Titus “the Janitor” Young and nothing I gibber on about is going to change that.

The thing is – the singular macabre piece of tragicomic horror that drives this whole absurd thing – is that I can’t help it.  I can’t look away.  I can’t turn away.  I can’t abandon the idiot’s carnival that is the Detroit Lions because it is a part of me, they are a part of me.  They are the scars, the wounds, the limp, the drool, the shit-filled diaper.  I can’t abandon the Lions because abandoning the Lions would be abandoning myself.  You can’t choose who you love, even if who you love is a crackhead family member who keeps stealing your shit and ruining your life.  It is part of your DNA, encoded into your being and to try to extract it is a fool’s endeavor, like medieval charlatans trying to turn lead into gold.

I’m still here and I will be here until the end of time, just a ragged and broken skeleton, rotting under a hell-sun, wearing Honolulu Blue and setting fire to my eye-sockets and screaming a horrible death wail, a banshee scream that never ends, that just circles through time, frightening those in the past and those in the future, wrapping us all in one big goddamn horror show that is eternal.

Jesus Christ, this is maudlin and bleak, even for me.  But this is where I am as a fan and I’m not going to lie about it.  But what the hell, a new week is a new week and like they say in the support groups, we just have to take it one day at a time, or in this case one game at a time.  The good news – if you can call anything “good news” in this season of the damned – is that this one particular week has the chance to be not a total and complete butt.  And by that, I mean I actually expect the Lions to win.  This is not that farfetched – I mean, let’s be honest here, for all the woe is me stuff above the Lions are not a horrible football team, they’re just a horribly dysfunctional football team which is a fatal flaw I have become completely convinced they will be unable to overcome anytime soon.  This means that they will still win games, just like the Wayne Fontes era Lions won some games.  If that’s good enough for you, then what the hell, have fun.  I just wanted more.  Fuck that, I needed more.  But if Jim Schwartz channeling Wayne Fontes and coddling Matthew Stafford while he Scott Mitchells his way down the field and our one transcendent superstar, St. Calvin, takes the sins of the world upon his shoulders a la Barry Sanders is what works for you, then by all means, enjoy.  It’s just that you and I remember that time very, very differently.

I should have mentioned this earlier when I was discussing the Janitor Young incident but I forgot and hey, these things happen when you sit down to write and have no idea what to say – you just free-write and hope that you make sense somewhere along the way.  But yeah, anyway, that quick mention of Schwartz coddling Stafford reminded me of something I saw a couple of days ago.  It was a headline on MLive that said “Matthew Stafford’s mechanics ‘outstanding’ according to coach Jim Schwartz.”

Yeah.  What in the hell do you even say to something like that?  That level of denial is so deeply ingrained that the only thing you can do is sort of shrug your shoulders and then collapse into a heap of tears, muttering “Oh God” over and over again and then writing maudlin suicide notes like this infernal post.  That, coupled with the Titus Young story, is everything that is wrong, everything that has ever been wrong, with the Detroit Lions.  It is exactly that sort of ridiculous Baghdad Bob bullshit that turns hard times into a culture of losing, into the culture of Lions Disease.  It is a culture born of denial and passive-aggressive dickery.  You can read the failed wailing and idiot epitaphs of a dozen catastrophic Lions head coaches in Jim Schwartz’s words.  You can hear their ghostly whispers dancing around the word “outstanding.”  Jesus, they have poisoned his mind and oh, the horror, the horror . . .

Look, I have kinda gotten carried away here the last few paragraphs.  I meant to segue into a discussion about why I think the Lions will beat the Colts on Sunday – and I think they will – but there are more important things to discuss here.  I am sick and goddamned tired of the willful denial which props up our fanbase.  When things are going well  (I know, I know, this occurs at roughly the same rate as the appearance of Halley’s Comet)  the fear-mongers refuse to embrace it because they don’t want to be hurt again.  They deny reality in order to save themselves.  But when things take a turn for the Millen, people deny that shit too and claim all is well like Kevin Bacon screaming his ass off in the street in Animal House while anarchy reigns because they need to believe in order to protect themselves.  It’s two sides of the same miserable coin and I’m fucking sick of it.  This is not okay and if you say that it is, then right now you’re part of the problem and you’re just helping to perpetuate this miserable cycle of denial.  You are feeding Lions Disease.  You are making it strong.  Congratulations.

It’s time to take a goddamn Big Boy Pill.  It’s time for Jim Schwartz to walk up to Matthew Stafford and say “Yo, your mechanics are kinda fucked up so let’s fix this shit before it gets even worse.”  It’s time for everyone involved to take a look at the situation and admit to themselves that what they’re doing isn’t working.  You can cherry pick stats all you want and tell me that this is the same team that went 10-6 last year but they’re 4-7 and that’s all that matters.  And honestly, even while you’re over there gibbering about them being an 8-3 team that’s just had some bad breaks I can point out that they could just as easily be 1-10 right now so let’s just split the difference which puts them at, well, it puts them at 4-7.  You know who does that whole WELL WE COULD HAVE WON THIS GAME AND THIS GAME AND THAT ONE AND IF THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN THEN WE COULD HAVE TOTALLY WON THAT ONE???  Losers.  That’s who.  Denial worshipping losers. 

I know these are incredibly harsh words and I am basically standing alone yelling at literally everyone else who calls themselves a Lions fan, and hell, I’m even yelling at myself because I’ve done that too, but goddammit guys, at some point you have to stop whining and playing the victim and denying that real, substantive problems exist.  The simple fact is that the Lions didn’t win those games.  They lost them and you’re right, they lost them because they didn’t get the miracles that they got last season.  But what’s so fucked up is that so many people don’t seem to realize is that that’s the problem right there.  If you’re relying on miracles to be the foundation of your team’s winning strategy then you’re not just up shit-creek without a paddle, you’re drowning in that foul son of a bitch.

I don’t want to be writing these words right now.  I want to be praising Glorious Leader Schwartz and writing odes to The Great Willie Young but enough’s enough.  Things are not right, Matthew Stafford’s mechanics are not outstanding, the Lions don’t somehow deserve to be 7-4 or 8-3 or whatever fantasy land scenario y’all have concocted in order to call a temporary truce with the horrors of your own heart, and this is not a good football team, or even anything approaching a good football team.  This has nothing to do with offseason arrests or any red-herring bullshit like that and everything to do with the fact that this football team is fucking failing before our eyes.  No one is out to get them.  No one is unfairly persecuting them.  STOP MAKING EXCUSES.  THE LIONS ARE NOT A GOOD FOOTBALL TEAM AND THEY’RE NOT A GOOD FOOTBALL TEAM BECAUSE THEY WON’T TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR BEING ONE.

Sorry about the all-caps meltdown there but I’m sick of this shit.  I’m sick of the excuses and all the mewling bullshit that accompanies it.  Just stop it already.  Christ. 

Okay Neil, deep breath, we’ll get through this.  You’re right, other Neil.  You’re right.

Anyway . . . sorry, but a man needed to say some things and a man has said them.  I wish I had talked more about the actual game against the Colts this week – I certainly intended to – but Great Truths got in the way and when Great Truths decide to speak, you just have to get out of the way and let them.  The Lions should beat the Colts and, well, honestly that kind of says it all right there.  The Lions should beat the Colts because they are just objectively a better, more talented football team.  And yet the Colts are 7-4 and the Lions are 4-7.  This is not a mistake, or a fluke or any other excusatory bullshit you want to throw out there.  The Lions come into this game with a shittier record because they have earned that shitty record.  If they stop reveling in their own denial and coddling those parts of themselves which tell them that it’s okay to be a 4-7 team because it’s not their fault but everybody else’s then they will beat the Colts.  It’s as simple as that.  If they stand up and take responsibility for themselves, for their record, for who they are and who they want to be as a team then goddammit, there’s no reason they shouldn’t win this game against a rookie quarterback leading a team without a head coach a year after that same talent-deficient team went to zombie town.  If you can’t beat a team like that without making love to excuses then goddammit, just get the hell out of the way and let somebody else take a shot because I have no time for that weak shit anymore.

Lions win and if they don’t, it’s their own goddamn fault.  It’s time to grow up.

Let's Talk Game Plans

Whenever a team – any team – loses a game, its fanbase loses its goddamn mind.  Even when it knows better, even when beforehand it warns each other that things probably aren’t going to go well, and even when it stands before the old gods and the new and proclaims that it won’t behave like a coked out ape on Spring Break if things don’t go well, it still goes berserk.   It doesn’t matter.  As soon as that game is over and as soon as that fanbase sees that its team is the one trailing on the scoreboard with the clock reading nothing but zeroes, the pitchforks come out, the lynch mobs are formed and pretty soon the streets run red with the blood of those too slow or too foolish to get out of the way.  Happens every time.

One of the most popular targets of the lynch mob – and hell, I’ve lynched a few in my day – are the coaches and their game plans.  I think you can see where I’m going with this.

Almost by its definition, a game plan is a failure if your team doesn’t win the game.  I mean, that’s why it’s called a game plan.  It’s the plan the coaches have to win the game.  So, if you lose, well, then shit, guess what, the plan didn’t work. That sounds almost hilariously stupid and simpleminded but it’s true.  That’s why it’s so easy to pick it apart after the game and call the coaches morons and shitheads and demand their blood.  Most of the time, the game plan could be exactly the same but if the team had won then everyone would be blowing their genius coaches and building monuments to their glory that would last a thousand years.  It’s overly harsh, but the truth is this: the success or failure of a game plan – at least in the eyes of most fans – is determined by one thing and one thing only: whether the team won or lost.  That’s it.  That’s the big secret.

It’s all too easy to attack the coaches for what didn’t work after a loss because, well, obviously something didn’t work.  Point to one lost game – just one – in which the fanbase felt perfectly satisfied afterward.  You can’t do it.  That’s because the idea is ludicrous. 

The predictability of all this can lead one to become a bitter crank (Hello!) and it can make for a hellish week in which everyone bitches and moans and tears their shirts, beats at their breasts and beseeches the gods for a lightning bolt to come down and smite their idiot coaches and players.  During this week, the fanbase turns on one another like vicious curs, and by Friday little Vietnamese children are photographed staggering out of their villages, sobbing with Agent Orange melted skin dripping away into a terrible wasteland of the soul.  Terrible, terrible . . .

And then the next game happens and everyone forgets what happened the week before.

It happens every week, every season, every year, and we all are slightly poorer and dumber for the experience.  With all that said, I feel compelled to rise from my perch and say some things about the game against the 49ers, if only because this shit isn’t going away fast enough and people seem to care what I think about such things.

I’ll preface this with the following: I am not a football coach.  I have never been a football coach, beyond weird games involving midgets, beer and mud anyway, and I don’t watch any film or obsessively pore over each and every play looking for answers from the almighty.  I’m just a dude who watches the games once, sees what he sees and then talks about it sometimes.  That’s it.  There will be no picture pages or anything like that, just me telling you what I saw – or what I thought I saw.  I might be wrong.  I might be right.  Feel free to call me a worthless cocksucker in the comments if you don’t agree with me.  That’s cool.

Okay, with all that said, here’s what I saw.

Everyone is shitting all over Scott Linehan and calling him a worthless cocksucker and throwing flaming bags of poop at his door because he made the terrible, unconscionable mistake of trying to run the ball even though the Lions run game consists largely of sorrow and unicorn wishes.  This seemed especially dumb considering the Lions were playing the 49ers, a team capable of shutting even good running teams down cold.  It seemed heinously, grotesquely stupid, the kind of stupid that makes people wonder if Linehan needs a special shunt in his head to drain away all the fluid that is surely collecting on his encephalitic brain, considering that the Lions have a dude in Matthew “Snake” Stafford who threw for over 5,000 yards last season and a wide receiver capable of jumping to Jupiter with Golden Retrievers for hands.

That’s all well and good and goddammit you have a point but the thing is, well, the thing is that Scott Linehan didn’t really have much of a choice.  GRUMBLE GRUMBLE HARRUMPH HARRUMPH HARRUMPH

Settle down, I hear you.  Just listen to me for a minute, okay.  Great defensive teams – and there really aren’t that many – force you to stray from your game plan.  I know, I know, good offensive teams should be able to force their game plan down that defense’s throat.  But honestly?  That’s some rah rah He-Man bullshit, caveman gibberish that is utterly meaningless other than as a worthless platitude, dumb chest thumping that only makes you look insecure, afraid to acknowledge reality in favor of worshipping a Fear based idiot’s dream.  Real life is a little more complicated than that.  Sure, the Lions and Linehan would like to impose their will on a defense – any defense – but the problem with that when it came to the game against the 49ers is this: the 49ers have one of those truly great defenses and in order to beat it, you’re gonna have to prove that you can do more than the one thing that you’re really, really good at. 

I’ll admit, part of this feels wrong to me, even as I write it.  Trust me, I want to say fuck it, start thumping my chest and say that all that bullshit that I just wrote is the lament of a coward and that if you go into a game playing by the other team’s rules, then hell, you’ve already lost.  And I think there probably is something to that.  But here’s the thing: that’s what makes a team like the 49ers great.  They don’t give you a choice.  Let me that say that again: THEY DON’T GIVE YOU A CHOICE.

It sucks but that’s the stark and terrible reality of it.  If you want to be upset about something, be pissed about that.  Rage against simple Truth.  It won’t get you anywhere but, hey, feel free.  It’s a hard thing to accept.  I know it is because I’m struggling with it the same as you are.  I don’t want that to be reality but, well, here we are.  The Lions and Linehan didn’t come out throwing the ball all over the field because of one simple reason: the 49ers didn’t give them a choice.

The whole game the 49ers kept two deep safeties back.  I don’t care who you are, who you have at quarterback, or how explosive your offense is, if a team with really, really good safeties and corners, which the 49ers have, decide to drop all of those guys into coverage you’re not going to be able to throw the ball with any sort of consistency.  You just aren’t.  Sure, you might make a few plays but you’re going to get burned a few times too.  To make matters worse, the Lions couldn’t really pick apart the middle of the field with their tight ends because the 49ers have two of the best cover linebackers in the league in Patrick Willis and Navarro Bowman.  The 49ers game plan was rock solid, fundamentally designed to take away the passing game that the Lions love so much.  Hell, if you don’t believe me, just look at their game against the Packers.  They did the exact same thing to them, and Aaron Rodgers – MVP Aaron Rodgers remember – looked just as shitty against them as the Lions and Stafford did.

So, unfortunately, the only way to attack that defense, to soften it up so that you can pass, is through the running game.  Normally, that type of defense is fundamentally flawed.  Because the safeties stay deep and because cover linebackers are usually more finesse players who struggle against a power running game, teams can run the ball at will, eventually forcing the safeties to come up and for the cover linebackers to be replaced with stouter stuff the run type players.  Once this happens, then an offense can rain down hell and fire from above.  That’s great.  The only problem is this: the 49ers defense is a freak defense.  Its awesome cover linebackers are ever better against the run than they are in coverage.  Meanwhile, the ferocious defensive line, led by the Smiths – Aldon and Justin, not Morrissey - combined with those awesome linebackers are able to stop just about any running game cold without the safeties having to come up to provide much in the way of help.  It sucks but, honestly, against that type of defense, what in the hell are you supposed to do?

It’s a defense that takes everything but the run game away and then dares you to run.  The problem is that, well, it can stop the run too.  Once that happens, what’s left?  You tell me.

So I don’t really blame Linehan for taking what the 49ers defense gave him.  That’s what you’re supposed to do.  If he didn’t, chances are Stafford – especially given the fact that he was possessed with a depressed Dan Orlovsky with mono – would have thrown seven interceptions and everyone would be killing Linehan this week for being stubborn and/or not recognizing that throwing into the 49ers defense was a fool’s game.  Instead of beating Linehan up what we should really be concerned with is the fact that when it’s basically given to them the Lions can’t run the ball well enough to soften a defense like that up.  The good thing is that I think there are very few defenses in the league that can replicate what the 49ers do so it shouldn’t really be an issue going forward.  This is not something that is likely to replicate itself week after week.  The problem, of course, is that it means that we’re in trouble whenever we do play the 49ers and, well, right now it looks like the road to the Super Bowl goes through San Francisco.  If we’re going to get where we ultimately want to go, we’re probably going to have to beat these assholes at some point.

Really, the reason why people are upset - even if they don’t really understand that this is the reason -  has nothing really to do with Linehan and more to do with the fact that their team – our team – is fundamentally flawed.  Sorry.  I hate to have to tell you that but it’s true.  It’s what I mean when I say – as I’ve been saying since before the game – that the 49ers are just better than the Lions right now.

Still, there comes a point when I think you just have to say fuck it and throw it up to a triple covered Calvin Johnson.  Let’s not pretend like that isn’t an option.  We’ve seen that dude do ridiculous things on a football field and so when nothing else works – and it wasn’t working against the 49ers – just tear up the game plan and start heaving that son of a bitch up and hope St. Calvin sanctifies that shit.  Where I disagree with some people is in saying that should have been the game plan all along.  I think that’s kinda suicidal and ultimately, unsustainable.  Sure, he’s great and amazing and all that shit but I just have a hard time with reducing our game plan to Chuck It Up To Calvin And Pray.  That just feels fake somehow, like we’d be getting by on the transcendent greatness of one player and not on the overall strength of the team, and dudes and lady dudes, let me tell you, we’ve done that before.  It was called the Barry Sanders era and for as fun as that time was, it was never really a time of team greatness, was it?  I want more than that this time.  I want more than just relying on one player to carry you because everyone else is inept.  So I’m not going to kill Scott Linehan for at least trying to find an offense that works without the need for miracles and saints and all that shit.  Still, at some point you need to just THROW CALVIN THE GODDAMN BALL, even if he is triple covered.  When nothing else works, well, miracles it is.

There has also been some grumbling about the defense, about Gun and the boys, and honestly?  I think people have a point there.  It’s great that the Lions have a philosophy that they’re committed to but haven’t we seen enough to realize that, well, it’s kinda flawed?  Yes, yes, rush the quarterback at all costs.  Kill him and force turnovers.  That’s great when it works.  When it doesn’t, you’re fucked.  It just seems too one dimensional and while I am board with it as a primary game plan, if it’s not working it’s not working and banging your head against the wall until it’s just a bloody pile of mush and brains isn’t going to help much, you know? 

Let me say it again: as a primary game plan, the idea is a good one.  Disrupt the passing game, take the ball away and live with the occasional big play on the ground due to over-aggressiveness.  I like it and it plays well in today’s bombs away, pass happy NFL.  The problem, as we have seen the last couple of years is that when it’s not working, well, you’re in trouble.  It doesn’t help that the Lions defensive backfield at this point consists of a ball of twine, a crippled goat and Kid Rock smoking a blunt.  If the defensive line isn’t getting to the quarterback with almost superhuman speed then things might get ugly.  Right now, for all the talent along the defensive line, the Lions defense is just too one-dimensional.  By reducing all of that talent to sack artists, like Bruce Irvin or one of those dudes they bring in on third down just to rush the passer, only on every single down, you negate the talent advantage those dudes give you.  Look, no one should be able to run on the middle of a defense consisting of Ndamukong Suh, Sammie Hill and Corey Williams with a known run stuffer like Stephen Tulloch roaming behind them.  It just shouldn’t happen.  Part of that needs to be put on the players themselves, especially Suh, who seems to get taken out of the game way too easily with misdirection plays and wham blocks and all that shit.  He needs to play smarter, savvier, understand that is going to happen and then adjust for it.

But part of that needs to be put on the coaching and on the game plan too, right?  I mean, a big part of the reason Suh and the boys look like out of control idiots, falling for the same bullshit time after time after time, is because that’s what they’re being told to do.  They’re being told “Hey, don’t worry about that shit, just go find the quarterback, break his back and make him humble.”  (I so want that to be an exact quote.  I can picture Gun barking that.)  And like I said, hey, that’s great for a primary game plan but things change, teams adjust and it’s up to you to follow suit.  What I’ve been most disturbed by the last couple of seasons is that when teams do adjust, the Lions don’t.  They just stubbornly slam ahead with their system, like slavish acolytes, more in love with proving the supremacy of their precious philosophy than with doing whatever it takes to win the damn game.

That said, it’s not as simple as all that.  I understand that.  You simply can’t coach – and teach – dudes to do one thing and then turn around and tell them to do something totally different.  I think people need to understand that.  You can’t just throw out the playbook because it isn’t working and start calling plays that the guys have no experience running.  Still, I think the Lions would be better served if they started implementing some different packages and approaches in packages and then slowly working them into the game plan so that when you do have to adjust, you’ll be ready.

I will say one thing – and I talked about this with my boy, the noble Mountain Hebrew, in the comment section of my last piece – the Lions run defense has been noticeably better this season.  In the first game against the Rams, Steven Jackson was basically completely stuffed, which is even more impressive when you remember him running wild against this same defense in the past.  And then in the game against the 49ers, while the run defense certainly wasn’t great – hell, it wasn’t even good if you want to be honest about it – giving up over 5 yards per carry, 29 of that came on a reverse to Mario Manningham.  You take that out and the 49ers ran for 119 yards on 26 carries.  That’s still more than you’d like to see, and the yards per carry still isn’t that great – just a hair under 5 yards – but Frank Gore didn’t get to 100 yards and the 49ers never broke the big runs like they did in last year’s miserable game.  And when you consider that the 49ers offense is built around that run game, well, then it’s not that bad.  Again, it’s not good, but it was good enough, I think, to give the Lions a legitimate shot to win the game had the offense showed up with Matthew Stafford at quarterback and not Dan Orlovsky. 

So . . . I don’t know, maybe the defense has made all the necessary adjustments already and I just wasted a billion words ranting and raving unnecessarily.  It wouldn’t be the first time.  Frankly, I hope that’s the case.  I think my fears regarding the defense are based more on last year – which, let’s be honest, from a defensive standpoint was pretty disappointing, even leaving aside those last couple of apocalyptic games when they were treated like cheap whores in Patrick Bateman’s apartment – than on anything that has happened this year.  If anything, I might even say I’m slightly encouraged by what I’ve seen out of the defense so far, but I still see enough maddening shit to make me worried that things can go to butt town in a hurry.  Maybe that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, or hell, maybe it does.  I don’t know.  I’m just gibbering like an idiot at this point.  I didn’t quite mean for this to be so long but sometimes when I get going I get just a tad carried away.  After all, as my doctor said when he had his hand shoved my ass, it’s important to be thorough.  And on that ridiculous note, let’s just get the hell out of here.