I had been a Chargers fan since some members of the team lived next to my family when I was a child. My mom tells stories of how they would play with me, or how she would talk with their wives about the massive dinners they would eat. I cheered for the Bolts through rain and shine… and the team had a lot of rainy seasons. But for the last few years, Spanos has alienated me from my team.
I understand the decision. In the end, the Chargers are a business. Spanos doesn’t own the Chargers for pride. He owns them for profit. But maybe that’s the problem. Maybe their revenue would have opened up if he appealed to the die hard San Diego fans. Maybe San Diego would have invested in a new stadium if Spanos had invested in San Diego. If he thanked us for our unwavering devotion, instead of scolding us for not approving a stadium. Maybe we’d have the SoCal version of the 12th Man, Raider Nation, and Cheeseheads… instead of everyone mocking the decision to leave.
Look, it’s no secret that San Diego doesn’t have the best sports teams. But we attend games anyway. We attend because we love our beautiful city. We’re the ocean, the beach, the mountains, and the desert all in one wide patch of land that makes the best damn California Burritos in California.
Chargers, I hate break-ups. I cheered for you. I cried for you. I sat in the seats of Jack Murphy before it was Qualcomm. I remember the hype in ’94, when I was in third grade and we had Chargers’ themed arts and crafts (we made lightning bolt decals). I’ve been there for Humphries and Brees and Rivers… and yes, even Leaf. I’ve watched LT run, pass, jump, and fly. I’ve stomped my feet with Merriman after a sack while screaming “Lights out!” I’ve watched Seau make ’em say ow… while eating Hawaiian-themed burgers at his restaurant in Mission Valley.
And I always marked out at the powder blues.
The last few years were rough. I had lost faith. But we can’t put it off forever. Move to a new city. It’s a beautiful city. I was born in that city. I lived for a year in that city. It’s a city of hope and promise. I hope you treat it well.
For the last thirty years of my life, I was charged up.
But now, it’s time to power down.
Thank you for the memories.