I have reached the stage of my life where I can feel my teeth grow, so rather than just think something, I might as well write it. Regardless of repercussions.
It seems treasonous. Sacrilegious. Just thinking about this makes me believe I’m patient zero for a gastro plague, as though I’ve been gorging myself on K-rations and airplane food, when there was such a thing.
Cramping up, maybe, but I truly believe the Judases — you know, the NFL team that resided in San Diego for 56 years that’s now up there, in Costa Mesa, where there’s a nice shopping center, and Carson, well, where the blimp isn’t even there anymore — can win the AFC West.