So, as you know, I’ve been out of commission for a few days… but I’m finally feeling better and ready to rip through the San Diego blogging universe. I guess the natural place to start is that pathetic excuse for a football game that Chargers fans witnessed on Sunday against the Jets. The game started strong. Watching Donald Butler, who has quickly become one of my favorite Chargers, just rip that ball right outta Keller’s hands and take it to the house was pure bliss.
After that TD, well, although there were a few glimmers of good, the Bolts just looked bad. We had no business being up by 11 points at the half, so I guess it really wasn’t that shocking to watch us let it dwindle away. Cason got man-handled by Plaxico. Looked like a pop-warner kid going up against Jerry Rice. Just embarrassing. That’s 3 TDs right there. Philip Rivers looked like a normal quarterback. Nothing looked crisp, and his accuracy was off. Gates was finally on the field and that was nice to see. Weddle had a great goal line pick. Shaun Phillips really has developed into a top tier playmaker in the league, the type of guy offensives have to game plan for. Floyd did have a sick grab. Video here.
Easily the best part of this Floyd one-handed grab was Cromartie standing over him in shock, looking at the ref, waving off the catch like an idiot… while the play was still live. Vintage Cro. And for the worst moment of the game…that 2-minute drill… can you even call it that? It was abyssal. So horrible. Horrible play calling, horrible clock management, horrible execution. Philip and Norval just bitching at each other on the sidelines afterward. Again, just embarrassing. Totally deserved to lose the game.
Of course, after the game a few Chargers decided voice their game opinions: Randy McMichael opened his big mouth, saying “We had them and we took our foot off the gas. I’m not giving credit to anybody. This is our fault. It had nothing to do with anyone on their team. The guys in this locker room, we lost the game. The San Diego Chargers beat the San Diego Chargers. Nothing to do with the New York Jets. It’s embarrassing.” That’s one way to put it. Quentin Jammer chimed in telling the New York Post. “No way it was called fairly. No way. Not at all. It wasn’t called fairly at all. Maybe I’m being biased, but I’m just judging off what I saw. It wasn’t a fair game called.” (I agree with him, some bush calls by the refs against the Chargers) Anyway, this of course ignited a pissing match with Jets and Chargers players and coaches alike. Revis chimes in, Cromartie chimes in, LT chimes in… blah freaking blah.
Then, of course, Rex Ryan chimes in on all the chatter, because opening up his big fat mouth didn’t get him in the hot seat enough last week, and pulled the tired old line, “Stay classy, San Diego.” That’s as clever as every New York idiot blogger on planet referring to us as the Whale’s Vagina Chargers. Full disclosure, I quote movies into the ground…always will. I loved Anchorman too, I just stopped loving it aloud with those 2 quotes 5 years ago… I guess east coasters still think all those San Diego gems are just that… gems. They’re not. They’re tired.
So, back to practice, right? I love this Chargers team, I really do. Piece by piece, the potential is just incredible. But right now, it’s just that… potential. I know you could say this about any team in the league, but in your head right now, just imagine each Chargers player that you can name… now imagine their best game you can think of. Can you even begin to fathom how dominant this team was if they clicked on all cylinders? Philip Rivers, Antonio Gates, Vincent Jackson, Ryan Mathews, Mike Tolbert, Malcom Floyd, Quentin Jammer, Shaun Phillips, Donald Butler, Eric Weddle… holy CRAP, the list goes on and on. If these are on their game… we are unbeatable, end of story. But they’re not ever on their game… they never are… not at once. I’m tired of writing. I’m pissed. I blame Norval. Go Bolts.