Ray Ratto

49ers relocation, Raiders mystery

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49ers relocation, Raiders mystery

The National Football League is coming across with two hundred large to loan the 49ers in their new stadiumfamily indebtedness plan, thereby advancing the 49ers dream of a dream home nestled in the Santa Clara Valley, near pretty much every Subway in the entire Silicon Valley.

Which leaves the Raiders in the only place they could have been left ... holding the bag in Oakland, while dreaming of Los Angeles. And now you see why the city of Oakland produced a new plan to upgrade the Coliseum they know they still have a chance of keeping the Raiders.

The Rs to Santa Clara plan was always a hoot, because whether Al Davis was alive or not, there is no guarantee that they wouldnt either be sold or moved. The 49ers couldnt bank on the Raiders holding their end of the wet bar while they climbed the stairs, nor would they consent to go anywhere but Santa Clara.

So now that they seem to have all the money together except whatever they still have to chase to cover the cost overruns, the 49ers are home, safe and dry, and the Raiders are exactly where theyve been.

This is a franchise in serious flux, and without knowing what will confront Mark Davis in the next few months or years, the Raiders really cant be counted on as a construction partner, neither in the Bay Area or in Los Angeles.

Davis can say it is his intention to keep the Raiders, and he has, but intentions and reality often smash into each other, and the Raiders are not a cash-rich franchise because they have no other known businesses to cushion any fall. In some ways, the game his father loved and helped nurture may be too rich for the sons blood.

And now that they are not to be co-tenants in Santa Clara, presumably by their own choice, they either have to find their own billion-dollar sugar daddies while staying in Oakland, or look to get out while the getting is lucrative.

This is one more way that the Raiders are a mystery; we still dont know what kind of owner Mark Davis is. We see that he has willingly deferred on all football matters to his kitchen cabinet of advisers, who provided him general manager Reggie McKenzie, who in turn has given him head coach Dennis Allen.

But as a creature of management, Davis is even more opaque. He wants to be the owner, but he may not be able to afford it in the long term, and as Jed York will attest, cadging money is no easy task.

So it makes perfect sense that the 49ers are going their own way on a stadium, and that the NFL acknowledged this by freeing up the 200M in loans to help make that happen. Nobody knows what the Raiders are or what they want to be, and waiting around for them to discover that has proven far too expensive for all parties concerned.

Celtics are the rivals Warriors fans need

Celtics are the rivals Warriors fans need

You don’t think you needed this game to go this way, but you did, and you do.

The Golden State Warriors spat out a 17-point lead and lost, 92-88, in Boston Thursday night, in a game that was taut if not particularly elegant, and in a game that elevated the Celtics to a place that makes them the new heir apparent to the heir apparent.

The Celtics have been a difficult out for the Warriors during the Brad Stevens Era, losing six of nine but only being blown out twice, and Thursday was not one of those nights. The box score will tell you the shooting and rebounding problems, but the Warriors had that lead and didn’t hold it. Or, to be accurate, the Celtics had that deficit and refused to let it destroy them.

Which is exactly the kind of team you, the fully licensed Warrior fan, want to watch play your team in the NBA Finals. You want to see them genuinely challenged, forced to win outside their comfort zone, induced to show their greatness in the highest of high leverage situations.

At least we think that’s what you want. Maybe you prefer blowouts so you can drink and go to the bathroom without care or fear. After all, the Warriors have taught the area the true meaning of front-running by being in front so often.

But the Celtics play a level of defense typically reserved for the San Antonio Spurs, and yes, the Warriors. They have a spiky exoskeleton that the acquisition of Kyrie Irving has actually enhanced, and Jaylen Brown and Jayson Tatum give them a gifted precocity that fits well with veterans like Al Horford and Marcus Morris, and Boston’s overall youth (they are fifth youngest, while Golden State is third-oldest) ought to make them a more difficult conundrum than Cleveland or any other team in either conference.

They are not yet the superior team; that remains to be proven, and betting against the Warriors requires a level of irrational bravery left only for the truly self-destructive.

But they are, as we sit this evening, the team the Warriors will have to work hardest to finish, because on a night when they had the chance to do so, they didn’t. In other words, the fight for a third ring still goes through Oakland, but it looks more and more like a one-stop through Boston.

And as much as you may hate thinking about it, you’ll almost certainly remember, and savor, a Celtics-Warriors final more than another round of Cavs-on-the-half-shell.

Three reasons Draymond Green is the perfect college professor

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Three reasons Draymond Green is the perfect college professor

Programming note: Warriors-Celtics coverage starts today at 4 p.m. on NBC Sports Bay Area and streaming live right here 

Draymond Green spoke to a group of students at Harvard Thursday on the subject of leadership, and if you find that incongruous, shame on you.
 
I mean, who else would you want as a college professor?
 
Green has led, and been led. He has learned, and he has taught. He has certainly lectured, as any teammate, official and media member will testify. He’d be a hell of a teacher, and the subject almost doesn’t matter.
 
For one, homework would be different, as in I’d bet there would be no written work. I don’t see Prof. Day-Day poring over essays about the Industrial Revolution, M-theory or pre-Raphaelite art. Not even the history of Basketball-Reference.com.

For two, having tenured faculty audit his classes may find his choice of rhetoric a little strident, as in “What the ---- were you thinking, dude?” is not typically approved instructional methodology.
 
And three, nobody would get a grade. Green would mark every exam with a “35,” as in his draft position, and besides, the exams would be students arguing with each other over whether that was a foul or a no-call, and who pulled the better face when the call was made. He’d give either an approving nod or give the loser a second technical foul and kick him or her out of class.
 
But it would be a hell of a class. Not at Harvard, of course, because Green probably would want to teach a school that could better use his brand of wisdom, and Harvard kids already have a healthy lead off third base. He’d want his students to make Harvard students cry, you can just tell.
 
But wouldn’t he look perfectly Draymond in a cap and gown on graduation day, pulling a bottle out of his sleeve to make the valedictory speeches less painful. “Damn, dude,” you could hear him yell. “Peaking?”