Brian Murphy

The reaction to the death of 49ers receiver Dwight Clark, author of “The Catch,” exuder of charm and laughter, symbol of the most important era in San Francisco sports history, has been extraordinary.

But every sharp in Las Vegas and in every state waiting to legalize gambling knows that this NBA Finals contains about as much suspense as waiting for the next ‘Roseanne’ episode on ABC.

Since the Warriors championship run began in spring/summer 2015, Curry’s playoff numbers have never been so low.

I know, I know. My public stance is ‘Be At .500 on Flag Day’, and I’m sticking to it. The Giants are 19-19 heading to Pittsburgh, and that leaves the Flag Day goal (June 14, for all you who have overlooked the long-forgotten Flag Day on your calendar) intact.

Two weeks ago, I penned a sweaty-palmed Jock Blog that wondered: “Are the Giants about to give us a 2017 sequel?”

Oh, wait — Steph Curry might very well play basketball on Saturday?

After the Giants’ latest version of offensive pyrotechnics on Tuesday — featuring the stylings of a Brandon Belt check-swing infield single to avoid a no-hitter — the team fell to six wins, ten losses.

So, did you take the sucker bet?

Probably like most of you, I felt a whole lot different about the 2018 Giants one week ago than I do today.

But this is our lot, sports fans. Sit tight, and the promised land will come. Wins and losses will matter again. Soon.