I’m jumping ahead a little bit in the 49ers’ schedule because this is just too wonderful and frankly I can’t help myself. In two weeks the 49ers play the Eagles in Philly. They might not face quarterback Michael Vick who has a concussion. They might not face backup Vince Young who has something or other. They may face third-string
QB Mike Kafka who has the greatest name in football.

Kafka?

I tried to find out if he’s a descendant of the great early 20th Century writer Franz Kafka but had no luck. (Can someone help me here?) As you know Kafka’s fiction was so different and strange and weird and just plain terrific, the adjective “Kafkaesque” has entered our lingo, meaning surreal and implying an impersonal world that cares nothing about an individual — or may in fact be hostile to you and me.

Kafka was a real trip. Will Mike Kafka be a trip as a QB?

He may be Kafkaesque. He may be a real Trial. Under him the Eagles could experience a Metamorphosis into league champs. The possibilities are endless.

Shout out to you, Mike Kafka.