It’s been to long
Gather ’round, children. Let me tell you the tale of how I survived the longest offseason known to mankind.
It has been exactly 4,382 hours, 53 minutes, and 45 seconds since my heart was violently ripped from my chest during that brutal playoff loss. Doctors have called it “The Dirty Roman syndrome ”
Since that dark day, I’ve lived through enough character development for three lifetimes.
First, the neighbors I actually liked packed up and moved to New Orleans because their son, TJ Hall, got drafted by the Saints. Rude.
Then I bought my fiancée a brand-new car… which she lovingly introduced to another object just two weeks later.
I’ve attended two funerals, celebrated 15 years at my company, and rewatched every Chargers game worth remembering… and a few that definitely weren’t.
I had accepted my fate. Hope was gone.
Then one day, I looked out my window…
What do I see?
A BIG-ASS CHARGERS FLAG.
I thought I was hallucinating from years of emotional trauma. Nope. The new neighbors moved from San Diego to Iowa, and they’re die-hard Chargers fans.
I nearly sprinted across the yard like I’d found the last survivor of an extinct species.
So now, for the first time since my soul left my body in the playoffs, there is hope.
I miss you all. Football season can’t get here fast enough.
I really don’t have any football related questions right now so let’s go with food.
Mr. Huggin Duggin and Wooldog what west coast meal or fast food do you miss the most?
Coach Kyle how many times do you go eat one of those meals just to show off you can?
As always FTR, FTB, FTC, I hate the offseason but I love me some BOOOOOBIES. K love you byeeeeee
