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Bulky men wearing shoulder pads, over-sized barbaric helmets and mouth guards simply don’t attract me. Neither really does the sport they play. I’ve been told that football is a strategically difficult game to master. It seems more like you must have a strong arm, quick feet and the willingness to get knocked flat on your ass repeatedly, which quite frankly sounds less like a masterful art and more like mastering tough endurance. Kind of sounds like a Chevy commercial. But in any case I digress, because in all actuality I really wanted the Chargers to win on Sunday. I wanted those lightening bolts to strike fear into the hearts of Patriots players Laurence Maroney, Kevin Faulk and Tom Brady. Dedicated fans adorned in Chargers jerseys flooded pubs and bars throughout San Diego County on Sunday and they faithfully raised their glasses to the blue and gold even when a solid win against the reigning Patriots seemed unlikely. They played decently enough, but they still they got shut down.

What drew my interest most was the joining of communities. Fans all across San Diego County piled into bars, pubs and living rooms. Together we remained optimistic that the Chargers would in fact accomplish the unthinkable and tear the Patriots from their high horse. Sadly the happy ending to the fairytale was simply not to be. Nevertheless people all around felt secure in the notion that the San Diego Chargers played an impressive run. Even though the Super Bowl was just out of arm’s reach, the Chargers succeeded in igniting the kind of hope only the underdogs can truly appreciate. Although there may be some, like myself who still question the vested interest in football, I was happy to raise my beer among friends and toast to the team that brought us together on a warm Sunday afternoon.