Discussion in 'Chargers Fan Forum' started by Concudan, Oct 19, 2009.
Me too. I want to get drunk enough that I forget.
Sorry man. I didn't mean to. I'm just in a pissy mood after this loss.
Ok .....TY for letting us know........I had no idea....patience in check.
FU.CK. YO.U NORV!
I understand....I am frustrated also....see previous post
Srry, didn't mean to sound off on you.
I don't drink as much as I used to. I think I'm a lightweight now.
Its all good Thumper........anymore from others about this situation I will let them know.
I'm soooooooo tired of hearing of all our talent...what talent? When will they walk the walk for all their talk???
Ok, this is what we need to do. imho.
Get rid of Norv, Merriman, Cromartie, LT, Shaun Phillips.
Make contracts for ALL new players starting salary 50K per year....for every stop on 3rd down give players responsible 10K. For every interception 20K. For every time Rivers gets sacked, those responsible should be penalized 1K. In other words, pay players according to their OUTPUT, and NOT on their past performance, only on what they accomplish. I think too many 'think' they are great and rest on their laurels. For every ball that we turn over, subtract 10K. These players are paid WAY more than they are worth. For every penalty they make, LOSE 1K. Make them EARN it.
I've been drinking too, and I'm not used to it...it's what got me to post the previous, which I wouldn't have done sober.
I'l also admit I cried when we looked so bad.
Shut up Trumpy........:icon_rofl:
All of this apologizing makes you all look like wussies. :lol:
Whats that going to cost...
I'd be open to donating some money if that's what it takes.
The team gathered in the locker room as they usually do on Wednesday mornings. Fifty-two players should have been so boisterous and noisy that each would need to shout to hear his own voice - but that wasn't the case today. The air was so thick with disappointment that the pads on their shoulders felt ten pounds heavier than usual. The feeling was oppressive, and the last place that any one of these players wanted to be was here in this quiet locker room, waiting for practice to begin after another miserable display on their home turf Monday night. What made matters worse is the feeling that the opportunity for greatness that this once talented team had firmly in its grasp was now quickly becoming a memory. That loss was a churning ball of rancid meat in the pit of L.T.'s stomach, as he came to the realization he had held at bay since the middle of last season - his shot at the title was lost. The dream he was so sure to achieve just four years ago was a thing of the past. This team was now officially in "rebuilding mode"; and "rebuilding mode" was not designed for thirty year old running backs. This was the end. It was time to gracefully exit this game and let the rebuilding begin. He would do it for the sake of the franchise, and he would not waste another moment dreaming. L.T. turned toward his locker and began to take off the practice jersey he donned less than five minutes ago. This would be the last time he would have to stare into this old blue locker. As he untied the sturdy cord that tightened his shoulder pads, he sensed that something wasn't quite right behind him. The locker room filled moments ago with the quiet shuffling of pads buckling, helmets snapping, and the soft ruffling of jerseys was now completely silent. It was as if he was now the only player in the entire training facility. The down and out half back turned to see what was wrong and immediately felt the powerful legs that had plowed through hundreds of defensive linemen and backs turn to putty and buckle beneath him. He closed his eyes tightly to clear away the hallucination that stood before him; but when he opened them again, the tall, older gentleman still stood before him. The next few seconds seemed to last an eternity for L.T as his old coach opened his mouth to softly speak............ "Men, there's a gleam.....".
Give up two TD's off of special teams and we deserved to lose. Slice it anyway you wish, 14 is hard to overcome in less than 15 seconds.
No excuses, we were beat and one of our best unit's was laughable.
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