Hi everyone! Another week has come and gone. Can’t say I’m upset about that. I’m thrilled it’s the weekend and I can put work behind me for a couple days. That was one tough week! At least next week is shaping up to be somewhat normal, and my schedule is looking much more relaxed. Besides, we’re supposed to have two nice weekend days, which means heading off to the park (with masks now), coffee in hand, and maybe even wearing short sleeves and sandles. So things are looking up. I even qualify for a Covid vaccine now! For once, it’s actually awesome gettin’ old! Suck on that, all you self-important thirty-somethings! But first, some new Seals stuff…

This week, check out a new article from December 22, 1973, a truly unhappy time for every Seals fan. At 4-20-7, the Seals were already eleven points out of seventh place. Seventh place! Not even Christmas yet, and the playoffs were already twenty points away! Yikes! Most everyone wanted Charlie Finley’s head on a platter. That’s understandable considering he bungled the players’ contract negotiations worse than Ontario’s government botched its handling of this Covid-19 crisis. Some, such as Nelson Cullenward of the San Francisco Examiner had other ideas, such as filling in for the often-overwhelmed Gilles Meloche. Little did anyone know that the Seals were only a few months into their bleakest period, a two-year span in which they won a grand total of 29 games.

The race to the Seals Hall of Fame is starting to heat up once again, with a few front-runners clearly starting to outdistance the rest of the pack. If you haven’t already done so, you can cast your votes by clicking on this link (https://form.jotform.com/210704845040244).

Until next week, stay gold and stay safe!