Chargers Win?

There are more than a few ways to go about choosing a favorite team. The most popular, of course, is proximity to one's home, or perhaps following a certain player for example. But is it possible to like a team and not even be aware of it? Like falling in love with a girl over a period of time, this is a less popular way to go about the delicate task of throwing your support behind a person or team that could easily within months turn on you in an embarassing way.

It has come to my attention that I am a San Diego Chargers fan. Before you find a ledge, the Eagles are my team, but apparently I have been following the Charge since their 1996 season when they became an option for that season's Super Bowl Champion, hopefully defeating but eventually falling to the neighboring San Fransisco 49ers. I even remember their frumpy coach, Bobby Ross and equally silly quarterback, Stan Humphries, playing well beyond his means. Their throwback uni's are too awesome, and need a big comeback, despite their regular uniforms being more than solid. Two awesome uniform choices that are completely different? Two years ago on the foot of their fresh-faced rookie Nate Kaeding, the Charge fell to the Jets at home. The year before that and last season as well, the San Diegoians missed the playoff tournament entirely. After last season's quiet end to a loud season, I predicted the Chargers would be 13-3 this season, and destroy anyone that stood in their way. I was wrong; they were 14-2.

Ladanian Tomlinson is a phenomenal football player, all without steroids, off-the-field issues and on-the-field theatrics, like glueing Googled photographs of himself on sneakers that would sit in the locker game for six months after game 16. The fact that I can remember so much about the Chargers makes me realize I am a fan of thiers, and I'd love nothing more than a win in the face of the cocky Bill Bellicheck this weekend, and I'd love if Marty ball dominated the Patriots. But I highly doubt that Marty would elbow a reporter just to get to Bellicheck to give him a heartless fake hug. I doubt it very much indeed. Go Chargers.

Club Soda With Lime

I've been listening to mainstreamo again lately due to my super-sweet Xmas gift of an iPod. I forgot how good some of these bands are, as if I were shunning them to coincide with society's overblowing of their popularity. I do however, pride myself on the notion that most of the albums I care for the most are ones that never caught on, The Bled, Boys Night Out (first album) the first MCR, etc., but why am I arguing with myself? Who am I impressing? These albums are good, and maybe its better to have a slew of forgotten-era records on my iPod than it is to have 11 Conor Oberst ones. Right?