You know, they really should have gone all out on the Berman combover. They were way too lenient on that. WHOOP!

tell me about it!

And, seriously, couldn't they have included one of the female reporters? Talk about sexism! Oh, we weren't, were we?

We weren't but we can.

Suzy Kolber was busy baking us a delicious pie.

I hope it was boysenberry. I like boysenberry. Actually, my favorite is lemon meringue, but that's sort of out of season now, isn't it?

If she could come clean my house, I'd be happy to forget everything.

Well first she's gotta get all that ironing done.

I don't have much ironing, but I could use help getting the clothes folded. And put away. And the kitchen needs help. The living room could use a once over, too.

And if you watch MNF for the football, you might consider this the low point of ESPN's history.

Truth be told, I rarely watch MNF and only managed to catch what I did last night because the roommate HAD to see the game. Well, up until halftime. After that, I got the remote back.

I really haven't watched much football for years. I don't feel an alliance with any single team anymore. Teams have changed, players have changed, the coverage has changed. It's nowhere near as fun as it used to be for me.

Now now,

I'll take MNF over any "reality" television.

Normally I'd agree, but football doesn't hold the fascination for me that it once did. You know, back when Dan Fouts was QB for the Chargers. (Quit laughing, Suss!)

I agree, Matthew. But really, that halftime race was a train wreck from start to finish. I do understand the reasoning behind an MNF production...to try and get more eyeballs to the network. And yes, they got me to watch, only to solidify the theory in my mind that ESPN keeps sinking lower and lower to the lowest common denominator.

Of course the race was a train wreck! It was supposed to be. That's exactly why I liked it.

Well, just answer me this.

If you hear the name LaDainian Tomlinson, does it mean anything to you?

(And can anyone find video or even a Polaroid of that halftime race?)

I know who LT is. There's just not the same passion for the team like there used to be. I likely lost interest around the time of the strike in the 80s. Or maybe it was the whole Manning/Leaf draft that killed the joy I once felt.

As for video of halftime antics, I've even checked ESPN and not found a shred of film. Perhaps they've burned it. Even YouTube is coming up empty -- for now.

Yeah, a thing like Ryan Leaf will pretty much doom a franchise. And the Merriman steroids suspension can't help much either.

Leaf was such a peckerhead. His attitude sucked the life out of the franchise. But, you know what? It was eerily similar to when Jim McMahon was QB'ing. Hell, when he was sidelined and Toliver was on the field, McMahon wouldn't even bother watching the action. He'd sit or stomp around with a scowl on his face, souring the entire experience for anyone unfortunate enough to catch a glimpse of him. I had the same exact reaction each and every time Leaf appeared on my TV.

And then I come back to Fouts. I don't care what others thought of him, what I saw was a true leader, a man capable of pulling a team together, a part of the community at large, and man with a mission. The entire team was part of San Diego. It was as though we were one big family.

We could lose every single game and it wouldn't matter. We had The Man, we had The Team! Louie Kelcher, Kellen Winslow, Charlie Joiner, Big Hands Johnson, Rolf (!), James Brooks (forget his later "issues" while in Cincinnati), these were our guys. These were the men we had faith in. And for the most part, we didn't have huge egos.

Sure, there have been other players who made San Diegans proud -- Natron Means, Junior Seau, etc. But few could rally an entire squad like Fouts.

I guess that's pretty much beside the point, isn't it? I was asked about LT. I know who he is. I'm familiar with his work. But I don't think I'll ever look at the Chargers, or any other team, with the same affection and admiration as I did once upon a time in the 80s.

Oh my God. Looking back on that last comment, I sound like I'm yelling for a bunch of young whippersnappers to get off my lawn!

That mean old witch who lives down the street wearing the Lance Alworth jersey won't let us play on her street.

You callin' me a witch? You callin' me old?

Lance Alworth, my ass. He was before my time.

You really wanna know whose jersey I'd wear? Only three names would ever grace my back. Fouts. Payton. Greer. 'Course, I'd have to have Greer's name embroidered...

what, you don't have a Joe Bonamassa jersey? c'mon, yer kiddin' me!! ;-)

1) Bonamassa doesn't play football

and

B) He doesn't have jerseys as part of his merch.

Don't make me stick my tongue out at you. Or intimate that your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries. I will taunt you if necessary.