I hate the Chargers because I love the Chargers.
I hate them because they never win.
I hate them because they don’t represent me anymore.
I hate that I still love their uniforms and colors.
I hate that I can’t seem to really root for any other NFL team, even though I hate them.
I hate the Chargers because I used to love them.
Used to look forward to going to a game in the same 300 section seats at Qualcomm Stadium, with my Dad, family, and friends. Used to love the Charger girls. Used to love wearing my LT Jersey and going absolutely ballistic.
When they moved, they took a piece of San Diego with them.
Not just a team. Our Pride
They will never be number one in Los Angeles.
They were number one in San Diego.
They spit on us and expected us to follow.
They robbed us of a real chance at a championship.
If they ever win now, what curse will they actually break?
They went from a city that never wins
to a city that always does,
sharing a stadium with a team that knows how.
I hate the Chargers because the owner told us to fight for LA.
I hate the Chargers because I still love the players.
I hate the Chargers because they blew up Qualcomm Stadium.
I hate the Chargers because I can’t go back and see them play in San Diego.
I hate the Chargers because they never win.
I hate the Chargers because they are a loser franchise.
I hate the Chargers because they thought they could just replace us.
I hate the Chargers because the younger generation will forget
they were ever San Diego’s team.
I hate the Chargers because my friends and family still root for them.
I hate them because I still do.
I hate the Chargers because if they ever win a Super Bowl,
I will be happy and sad at the same time.
Happy because they won.
Sad because they didn’t do it for me or my city.
They did it for the City of Angels.
A city I like.
But not where I grew up.
The Chargers were my favorite team
because they were our team.
They won enough to keep you believing
but never enough to finish it.
Always next year.
Always chasing the carrot.
I hate the Chargers because I always loved the players
And they had to leave us to find their success. Cheers to you, Brees.
I hate the Chargers because they don’t respect their fans.
I hate them because they disrespected San Diego.
And the city has never been the same since.
Now it’s a one-team city.
I hate the Chargers because I don’t love baseball that much.
And as much as I want to care about the Padres,
I will never love them the way I loved the Chargers.
I hate them because they didn’t take care of Junior Seau.
I hate them because they didn’t have our backs.
They are soulless.
Spineless.
A loser franchise that earns its reputation.
I hate the Chargers because Herbert and Harbaugh will bring new fans.
Fans who will never know the pain of being real ones.
Or the feeling of victory.
Victory is for Lakers fans.
For Dodgers fans.
Not for Chargers fans.
We don’t know what it tastes like.
Just a Super Bowl appearance from the past and a 1963 AFL championship that feels like a consolation prize.
Will they ever win?
I don’t know. I don’t think so.
I’ll be happy for a moment.
Then sad again.
Because that family will be happy,
and San Diego never got to feel it.
Would LA even care?
They will never be loved like the Dodgers.
Or the Lakers.
Or the Trojans.
Or the Bruins.
They are the least liked football team in their own city
and too self-important to realize it.
I hate the Chargers because I still care about the Chargers.
I hate them because I don’t want to care.
I hate them because they ruined my love of the NFL
And I don’t think I can ever get that back.
Sincerely,
Ariel
Written before they got spanked by the Patriots in the playoffs, again. 🙂
May all San Diego natives let go of this loser franchise for good.
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