Look, I'm not a fan of Candlestick, but I have some sentiment for that old cold concrete bunker. I have had some of the happiest days of my life there. And, I know it's been more than one sad fan's wildest dream that the Niners get a new stadium and a Super Bowl (presumably one with the Niners in it). I'd love a new stadium too, but a new stadium isn't going to make watching a losing team any more fun. And with John York at the helm, bad football and losing seasons will be as familiar as heartbreak and misery at a Harlequin convention in Baghdad.

What really puts me over the top is to hear York talk like there isn't any problem a new stadium can't fix. Really John? Looks like a new stadium did wonderful things for the Redskins. Yea, they're really tearing it up. NOT!

What Johnny York really wants isn't a winning team, happy fans, or a shinny trophy. He could care less about Niner fans, with one fat exception; he cares about our wallets. The Yorkshire Shyster wants a new mall attached to the new stadium. I know I'd feel better after swallowing a humiliating defeat by drowning my sorrows with a steamy hot sweet roll at Cinnabon, before picking up a new berber argyle plaid blanket at Alpaca Connection. Yea! And if you believe that, maybe I could interest you in a Monster of a land development deal.

Don't get me wrong. I'm all for a better viewing environment for our beloved Niners, but it is not an answer to playing poor football. I want a new stadium, just without the poser-come-lately NFL half-mind from Jesusland, Dr. Johnny York. Let's hope the good doctor recognizes that his welcome to our fine city by the bay is now as dead as Jerry Rice's career (Sorry Jerry. Love ya, but let's find a moment of grace and drop by for that final game, a standing O and our heartfelt pre-Hall of Fame appreciation.)

Face it, diminished expectations aren't really a problem for the Niners owner. After all the Yorkmeister is a pathologist, he's comfortable with death in the room.