Sports are addictive. I sat through  yesterdays game watching the Chargers Dance circles around Denver in the first half.  I got up to go fix dinner and when I returned the Broncos seemed to have been bucking the odds. I said Chargers by a twelve point spread.  Oops!

So I watched. I learned. I listened. And watched Tomlinson do that thing with his feet like Fred Astaire and a shoulder head move like Sylvester Stallone. I haven’t all the time to write all the things I’d like to. So this is about it. I miss San Diego. I miss Qualcolm Stadium…The Murph! Jack Murphy Stadium.  And there was that little place in La Mesa back in 1994 while sitting at a table in early January I told my Mom that the Charger’s were going to the Super Bowl. And drew a picture on the butcher paper of a… I’ll save that one for later. Trophies? Was that the name of the joint?

So GOOD LUCK CHARGERS! This San Diego native is watching from Kentucky whenever she can. Another reason to gho to Florida. Hoohah! Except I don’t like the heat.