2011 49ers and Alex Smith: If a QB Being Nice is Bad, He's the Worst

There’s a guy. He’s unemployed. He has no immediate prospects of getting into a job. He used to have one, but he was so bad at it that people literally booed him. His bosses came and went – he never had the same boss for more than a year at a time. In fact the company was in turmoil – it had some great times, long before this fella joined the organisationl, but now it’s a failing company and he was a failing employee. Then things got worse – his union went out, and now he can’t honestly say when he’ll be back in work.

Despite this background of domestic depression, he gets his wife pregnant. She doesn’t know when her husband will bring in a wage for the young family, but she trusts her husband.

Shortly after the birth, he begins squandering their savings flying his boys into town from all over the country. They have some fun, hiring a sports facility and playing some football. They even film themselves – they’re just boys having fun. All of this time, the wife is home alone with the newborn child. The husband and his boys can get nasty at times – he falls out with his most talented pal at one point. She asks when they’re gonna patch it up. “You’re asking the wrong guy. Seriously,” he shrugs. She wishes he’d communicate more.

Just when she thinks they’re getting back on track, she goes out one morning to take the child to a Mother and Baby appointment at the local clinic. There’s no car in her space. “Darling, where’s my Mercedes?” she calls out. “I gave it to Ronald,” he calls back from the kitchen, where he’s practising his throws by trying to get a football into the washing machine. Currently the washing machine has sacked him three times, and the toaster is about to punt.

“Who’s Ronald,” she asks. “You’re asking the wrong guy,” says her husband. “Seriously.”