I’ve got about 6 billion words for that game last night. Tons of player thoughts, play analysis, etc. I had it all. Hell, I tweeted it all. I was on a cloud higher than nine after that first half. Philip Rivers was there with me…
Then… it happened. The second half.
The second half slowly crushed my fan spirits to the bottom of a wine bottle. That analogy made no sense. Neither did the game. My live tweets were textbook schizophrenia.
They started like this…
That’s 4 TD for Mr. Philip Rivers. Watch your back, Peyton… watch your back. #MNF #Chargers
— Brady Phelps (@LobShots) September 10, 2013
GATES!!! STILL GOT IT, BABY!!! — Brady Phelps (@LobShots) September 10, 2013
Then they shifted to this…
I’ve got that feeling in my stomach. You know the one. RT @BFTB_Chargers: Way to answer that TD with a 3 & Out. #scared — Brady Phelps (@LobShots) September 10, 2013
Jesus wept – John 11:35
— Brady Phelps (@LobShots) September 10, 2013
“Chargers fans. Where have you been the past few hours? Welcome home.” – Earth
— Brady Phelps (@LobShots) September 10, 2013
Crying myself to sleep. Goodnight.
— Brady Phelps (@LobShots) September 10, 2013
The Norval jokes have all been made. The comparisons to the 24-0 start MNF loss against Denver have all been made. Bottom line? Texans came to play in the second half and the Chargers didn’t. I don’t want to to talk about it anymore, because I’m falling into a state of fan sadness. All my analysis and jokes and whatever. *poof- gone* That’s all.
🙁
-bp
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