bleeding blue and gold

i was born a charger fan. i believe i came out wearing a helmet with a lightening bolt on it. i am not a bandwagon fan. i can't deal with bandwagon fans. they annoy me. no, my friends, i am a true fan. football is my sport, and the chargers are my team. which is perhaps why my heart has been so broken this past week that i haven't even been able to blog about my pain. yes, my boys lost last weekend. even now, i can't believe it happened. i mean, hello, we were the best team in the nfl this season, and we didn't even make it to the afc championship game. and why did that happen? it was NOT bad coaching. bandwagon fans say crap like "oh, it was marty-ball". whatever. it was sloppy playing. unless it was marty who kept dropping well-thrown passes i really don't think you can blame him. but shoot, losing because of sloppy playing just blows. and i feel like the air was let out of the whole city. we're all just so crushed. i was in little italy having dinner on friday night and one of the buildings our table was facing still had it's charger blue and gold lights on. we looked at it, then looked at each other, and we were both just sad. everyone is sad. but one reason i love football is the old adage - any team can win on any given sunday. and if any team can win, any team can lose. which is fine, as long as my team wins and the other one loses. i cannot wait until next season. and i really truly hope the patriots lose today and that someone does the shawne merriman dance on tom brady's face.