Wednesday, May 18, 2005
CHARGERS
ok, the draft is over. that final field goal is over...I'm singing in the rain...insert clockwork orange boot into Nate's kick...thump...i felt it. Your humble falafel vendor is awake. Needed to make some $$. I hear Vegas calls us to win 8, the faith is lost on stat keepers. SD has heart, talent. Lets see if someone even wants to be a virus ala TO or any spoiled yatch can be on this team. Not any like that here. We got the back, just you watch. Our schedule (in the UK thats shed-dule, since we are full swing into the MLS, HA!) is brutal. Young champions rise, watch us. As a falael vendor in Portland, OR I must cross over for one sport, baseball. Watch the Padres. I get to see their triple AAA farm club the Beavers play here in Portland, OR. Jon Knott may be hitting HRS for the Padres this year. I can't whine or cry now about the draft and how it may turn out. I don't like to gossip like a bee yatch about that. Crunch time is coming. I sat my ass in a bar in Portland, OR last Sept and watched the Chargers barely beat the Texans, on the road...and truly believed they were an 8-8 team. How my mind was reversed by fact throughout the season. Bite my ass Vegas (the casino who put out this line) but your all about $$ and not HEART. We have no off field contreversy, all energy applied to kicking your teams ass! My AFC East pick...Buffalo. I may be in SD for that one, beside my usual Raider qwest! . We are true contendahs! Wait...were favorites without anyone else even knowing it! Look how we learn to win the games we should have...Indy and ATL...yep...we lost. But not again. See you somewhere warm in Jan. 06!
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