As I mentioned last week, Sunday represented the first Chargers game in Philadelphia that I have skipped in the last decade. In retrospect, I think that maybe I was being spared the horror of witnessing the Bolts’ collapse firsthand. I am reminded of the song “Gomorrah,” by Jerry Garcia. The lyrics are meant to tell […]

There was a time where beating Oakland was enough to validate an entire season. When I addressed the Hall of Fans in Canton in 2002, I thanked the Traitors for being despicable enough that beating them brought me the only joy I experienced in those years. But this is a different time for the Chargers. […]

I confidently told Sammy not to panic when the Bolts went down 14-0. “They got away from running LaDainian the ball,” I assured her during halftime. “That’s the key to the offense. Everything else works off that. Cameron just needs to call a smarter game in the second half.” While the Chargers were able to […]

Every now and then, I feel that I’ve actually had an effect on those who I’ve had the pleasure of watching the game with. I received this right before I left for Foxboro.
Boss Ross,
You are right about Jammer, I think he gets screwed with calls, but he really can’t cover. I really think that we […]

“There was madness in any direction. At any hour, you could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right. That we were winning. And that I think was the handle. That sense of inevitable victory over the forces of old and evil. Not in any mean or […]