Ken Garcia: Winners of 2006 ‘Yorkies’ show foolishness knows no bounds 

In a year brimming with local dubious achievements, it would normally be difficult to single out any particular act or individual as worthy of the top honor. But 2006 was no ordinary year, not when you consider the gargantuan blow delivered by 49ers co-owner John York, who with one abrupt, intemperate phone call, announced that he was moving the San Francisco 49ers to Santa Clara — and killed The City’s much-anticipated 2016 Olympic bid in the process.

Rarely has one individual gone to such lengths to set himself apart from other Darwin Award candidates. The fact that York could stick it to The City that gave the team its name and waited patiently for a decade while the owners hemmed and hawed over a new stadium plan is one of the most incredible acts of hubris in recent memory.

So for that shortsighted, selfish and ornery act of political suicide, last year’s awards for top flops, foibles and foolishness bear the name of the uncontested winner. Congratulations to the recipients of the Yorkies. They might try to avoid the list next year, but evidence suggests repeat performances.

Ain’t No Sunshine: To the core members of PRO-SF, who in their endless and tireless campaign to test the depths of San Francisco’s Sunshine Ordinance, actually ground the wheels of government to a halt with their daily assault of public record requests.

Ain’t No Sunshine II: To the progressive members of the Board of Supervisors, who swore their allegiance to the Sunshine Ordinance and then once again threw a bunch of initiatives on the ballot without any hearings or public input.

March To Folly: To the members of the San Francisco Board of Education, who, in a fit of ideological hyperactivity, voted to kill the school district’s popular and successful JROTC program.

Show Me The Money: To Supervisor Chris Daly, the self-proclaimed foe of lawyers, lobbyists and corporate special interests, who won re-election largely because of the cash he received from lawyers, lobbyists and corporate special interests.

Show Me The Finger: To Daly's wife, Sara Low Daly, for her expletive-ridden election night campaign speech aimed at Daly’s opponents, which set new levels of crudeness for an election victory.

Not In My Public Park: To the North Beach homeowners who went to great lengths to shut down summer festivals in Washington Square Park by trying to ban alcohol sales (ably assisted by the Recreation and Park Commission.)

Tango Or Fox Trot? To the Bay Guardian, which chose to pass over the nation’s first female speaker of the House, the Bay Area’s own Nancy Pelosi, and instead endorsed a local dance company owner.

A Giant Mistake: To San Francisco Giants executives Peter Magowan and Larry Baer, for ignoring the gargantuan public and playing field problems created by troubled and fading superstar Barry Bonds and signing him for another year.

Out of His League: To Supervisor Gerardo Sandoval, who, fresh from his headline-grabbing comments that the U.S. doesn’t need a military, tried to pass a resolution pledging The City’s support for the Seattle Seahawks in the Super Bowl. Needless to say, Sandoval took a sack.

Taken For A Ride: To the San Francisco Chronicle, which had a team of reporters working three years on a series identifying bad officers in the San Francisco Police Department and then opened its 10-part series by identifying the SFPD’s worst police officer. The trouble is, the photo turned out to be of a law-abiding cabdriver.

The Dating Game: To the Chronicle, which in its fearless pursuit of the mayor’s private life has actually started to treat his dating choices as an enterprise in fearless, investigative journalism.

Best Political Tipster: To Jaynry Mak, a failed supervisor hopeful, who somehow managed to collect the better part of $100,000 from dishwashers and restaurant workers outside her district. If it sounds fishy, a lot of them were seafood restaurants.

A Cold Dish: To former San Mateo County Assemblyman Lou Papan, for jumping into a race for his former seat because he vowed revenge against former Supervisor Mike Nevin, even though he had absolutely no chance of winning. And showing that politics is a true contact sport, Papan succeeded.

But They're Our Criminals: To the small band of activists in the Tenderloin neighborhood, who have been fighting beautification efforts by local business owners because they allegedly lead to gentrification, causing felons and junkies to leave in search of seedier digs. Where would they go, to Santa Clara?

Ken Garcia’s column appears Tuesdays, Thursdays and weekends in The Examiner. E-mail him at or call him at (415) 359-2663.

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