The CIA thinks they can infiltrate the Mountain of Dr. Klahn!
You can't scare me, you ... bastard.
Take him to -- Detroit!
No! No, not Detroit! No! No, please! Anything but that! No! No!
Look, citing the needs of one's family and then taking a job in Detroit is like looking out for your prize canaries by opening up a feral cat shelter in your garage. It puts the lie to the "Spend more time with my wife and kids" mantra regurgitated by every coach forced to resign from a job (or, in Linehan's case, not take it in the first place). Locally, it also gives notice that something is very rotten in the park of Candlestick. If Linehan spurned the Niners at the altar in favor of a team that didn't win one damn game and plays its home contests in a city where you require Arctic-grade winter clothing and stands a good chance of being hit up for cash by a desperate automotive CEO -- well, you've got to wonder about his real motives.
Speaking of desperation, let's get back to the 49ers. In discharging former coordinator Mike Martz, they've once again fired a perfectly respectable coach with no clue whatsoever who will fill the vacancy -- and if that eventual successor is even an improvement. The competition could well now be down to two guys named Jagodzinski and Chudzinski -- either of whom may or may not have had a disastrous marriage with Aglaia Epanchin at the conclusion of Dostoevsky's The Idiot.
It was Malcolm Gladwell who most recently emphasized that tense, desperate situations often induce people to make rash, unfortunate decisions. Let us hope that the 49ers don't follow this predictable course in their hiring choices.
UPDATE: It appears the 49ers have taken a shine to NFL graybeard Dan Reeves for the job. Reeves, incidentally, did not marry Aglaia -- but is old enough to have known Dostoevsky.