Go ahead, tell me to get over it.
Tell me that now that he's in red and gold we should embrace him.
Tell me that it's not his fault.
Tell me that he was surrounded by bad influences.
Tell me that he received bad advice.
Tell me that he's misunderstood, not a diva at all.
Tell me that he still might make an impact on this year's team.
And I'll tell you that you're wrong on every count.
Eugene Parker, Deion Sanders, and, at some point...MC Hammer??? They've all been involved in the Crabtree fiasco.
Am I to believe that now that Crabtree's signed, the circus will end? Should I believe that he suddenly understands the error of his ways?
When will teams learn from the Plaxico Burresses and Braylon Edwardses of the world that this never works out?
The odds are so far stacked against Crabtree ever becoming a successful player in this league that every dime we just shelled out is money wasted.
For one, players that hold out into the season are almost never successful (Emmitt Smith being the major exception). Well, Bo Jackson was successful, but not for the team that originally drafted him.
Also, players with gaudy statistics from spread offenses in college are rarely able to expand on that success in the NFL.
Finally, selfish players that surround themselves with questionable influences are almost never successful (Deion Sanders is one exception, sadly).
So, feel free to wear your Crabtree jersey's proudly next Sunday. Go on and backtrack on everything that you've been saying for the past several weeks, Niners fans. Pretend that your criticisms of Crabtree are no longer valid, even though deep down you know that they are. Live in denial if you must, but I won't be there with you.
Crabtree missed camp, when the new offensive system was installed. During the season, his coaches spent their weekdays installing gameplans for the upcoming Sunday, something Crabtree will not understand in the least.
He doesn't know the playbook, isn't in game shape, and is coming from a spread system into a traditional NFL pro-style offense, which is difficult enough if you actually attend camp, but is almost impossible to pick up on the fly in Week Five.
Whatever Crabtree earns for being a member of our team this year is a waste. He won't contribute on or off the field.
He will most likely waste whatever good will is currently being extended by loyal to a fault fans.
He'll complain about not getting the ball enough at some point.
He'll surely begin referring to himself in the third person at some point ("Michael Crabtree has to do what's best for Michael Crabtree. Michael Crabtree's just trying to be the best Michael Crabtree he can be. Right, Deion?")
Those of you suddenly on the wagon—and from what I've seen, that's most of you—have quickly forgotten what it was like to have T.O. on the team. We might have cheered when he scored, but nobody liked him. Nobody. And when he left, we let out a collective sigh, vowing to never be bitten by the proverbial snake ever again.
Well, the snake is back out of the bag. He has a different name, but he's still a snake. And you are all reaching out with your recently healed hand once again to pet the little guy...
Well, don't be surprised, and definitely don't come crying to me, when you get bit.