James Harden is a Brooklyn Net. God bless the NBA.

James Harden is a Brooklyn Net. God bless the NBA.
I suppose I should start the Lightly-Read 2021 Jock Blog with a smoldering hot take about how the 49ers’ 6-10 season was a sign of decline, how a reboot is in order, and how Kyle Shanahan and John Lynch should be on the hot seat.
Here it is, the last Jock Blog of 2020.
The 49ers play against Alex Smith this Sunday.
So 2020, the year with a million pejorative adjectives attached to it, actually just got *worse* for the 49ers.
This Jock Blog is being penned just 24 hours after the first phone alert that Klay Thompson — no, not Klay! — went down in a pickup basketball game in Los Angeles with what was feared to be a significant heel injury.
Can’t tell you how many Jock Blogs in the last eight months have centered around the search for normalcy
What we need is a good old-fashioned Hot Stove League session.
Devoted readers of the LRJB (Lightly-Read Jock Blog, for you newcomers) could see this one coming like a Cody Bellinger two-cheeked swing for the fence.
To endorse the return of “No-DH” ball in the National League is not a knee-jerk thing, it’s not a howling repudiation of the designated hitter.
I get it, we live in a world where we have to feed the ‘Take Machine’. I understand.
Of all people, I didn’t expect our Murph & Mac platinum member “Friend of the Program” (Gentleman) Jim Nantz to knock me for a loop about the 2020 49ers.
No, the Jock Blog does not usually use datelines. But this one is different. This one is written from the ballpark.
Loving college football on Saturdays isn’t a totally clean ethical experience in 2020.
For a region going thru an apocalyptic nightmare of air quality, fire destruction and a crippling pandemic, we sure do it have good on the sports scene.
The discovery of hitting the baseball for the San Francisco Giants.
Here’s a sentence you may never see again in the Jock Blog…
Move over, Bobby Thomson. It’s really Fernando Tatis, Jr. who hit The Shot Heard ‘Round the World.
For five months now, we sports fans have dealt with life in the pandemic. What we’re dealing with includes cardboard cutouts, Gabe Kapler in a mask, and now an autumn without the Cal marching band in Strawberry Canyon. That’s pretty weird stuff.
And all of us getting to know Kapler, a man hired nearly ten months ago, a man yet to manage a game for the beloved Gigantes, and a dude already morphing through different iterations as a fan base watches.
You would think he would know about the danger of shark-infested waters.
And now for something completely different: optimism?
I have two words about these Puig-to-the-Giants rumblings.
The designated hitter in the National League. Pass the vomit bag.
Or, as I like to call them: Three Fountains of Hope. Or, the Trilogy of Belief. Or, the Trinity of Optimism.