Knocked Down, It Gets To Wearing Thin
August 27th, 2010 | 120 ViewsNo, to answer your question. Novak will not beat out Tweety. Even though there was more than one person responsible for our latest implosion, I cannot understand AJ’s position on this one. As Whit pointed out, he has his “guys.” Jammer, who has lately looked like his pre-2007 self, was one of those guys. Even though he committed countless pass interference penalties and gave up crucial plays in the ‘04 and ‘06 playoff implosions, AJ extended his deal. You could say Norv is also of AJ’s “guys.” In the eyes of our GM, he’s bulletproof. For AJ to say “one more fuck up and you’ll be in trouble” about Kaeding is insulting to the fans. Winning is all about the bottom line. The guy doesn’t have it between the ears. To me, its representative of a larger denial of problems.
But there will be enough new blood out there that maybe they can spread something new. Two weeks from today is the NFL’s “Back To Football” campaign. But since we play tonight and not until late Monday of the opening weekend, I figured I’d trot out this graphic. As I mentioned a few weeks back, all of my closest friends are in New Orleans today to celebrate my buddy DJ’s 40th. They will actually be attending the preseason game tonight while I do the chemically and economically responsible thing by having a family weekend. However, even though I will also be missing Tom Twomey’s trip to the Indy game, I still pledge to be at the playoff opener. What if we miss the postseason, the devil’s advocates ask? Then the year was a super bust.
To go to a game in January will be no small feat with Sam expecting in early February. But my plan works perfectly for this, the “show me something” season.
I would love to see LT and Cro fail and be able to use my “Rex Ineffective” nickname for their new coach. But if we fail again, it doesn’t matter. Let’s be honest, if I was in New Orleans tonight, I might let my envy get the better of me and try to steal the Lombardi Trophy. Some of the optimism I felt at the beginning of 2010 can only be restored in 2011, I won’t lie about that. But I pledge to try to look forward and not behind us this year. So before I depart for the weekend, with wife and child in tow, I leave you with an excerpt of my work-in-progress novel. I am titling it Drunk On Sunday: A Lifetime Drifting Against The Grain. This should not be confused with the hardcore band Drunk On Sunday, of whose existence I just discovered. I am considering putting the”Chargers Chapter” right after the Grateful Dead one, so that the subsequent exaggerated anecdotes make more sense.
An Obsession, But It’s Pleasin?
That’s all for now. Today happens to be not only the 5th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, but of one of the best Dead shows ever played in Veneta, Oregon. Click on the link to hear it or download it. I am also happy to announce that I will be starting up my weekly column over at Glorify The Past next week. This year’s edition will be entitled Pissing Lightning Bolts, after a line I heard Elisabeth Shue utter in Piranha 3-D. How was the film, you ask? Well, avowed Charger fan Jerry O’Connell gets his dick bit off and then eaten in three dimensions. Yeah, I thought that was appropriate too.
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