Sept. 22, 2008 was the day San Diego came close to an apocalypse. A similar sense of doom was felt when 99 Cent Only stores raised their prices to 99.99 cents. Now people find a penny, pick it up and all day long enjoy questionable fruit for under a buck. Fortunately, last Monday, San Diegans were able to step out of their fallout shelters and celebrate the long-awaited victory of the Chargers.
Because my razor scooter was in the shop, I was forced to take a slower form of transportation to the game, known as the trolley.
A claustrophobe's worst nightmare, the trolley was as packed as a Tom Selleck signing in the '80s. At one point the doors opened and in unison, my fellow passengers said, "Definitely no room for Jets fans." Thankfully, Saint Patrick's Day is in March, otherwise many innocent individuals would have been injured.
When we arrived at the stadium, I thought I'd never seen such a grand amount of blue since my semester abroad at Smurf Village. Looking around, all I saw was the number 21 and I questioned if LaDainian Tomlinson has an endorsement deal with Blackjack Online.
As I scoped out the crowd before the game, I spotted a man in a Batman costume. I believe he thought he was still at Comic-Con. To him, the blue-faced people were dressed as Dr. Manhattan while the women with lightening bolts painted on them were going as Storm. Not to mention the hairy gentleman to his right, draped in blue and yellow, was promoting the upcoming Wolverine film.
As the game began, my peripheral vision noticed a green hue to my left. I hoped the person next to me was "going green," but instead I discovered that I was seated next to a Jets fan. We were like a tube of Icy Hot, cheering at completely opposite plays. When he would clap, I would sit pouting coldly, and when the Chargers won I warmed up and smiled with utter delight.
The best part about Chargers games is the comradery between the fans. Each pleasant play becomes an ongoing game of pattycake, giving high-fives right and left as if sport's version of "peace be with you." When a player is hurt, the crowd experiences sympathy pains. Shawne Merriman's unfortunate injury has put a plethora of people in knee braces.
Being born and raised in San Diego and not being a Chargers fan seems as strange as if Walt Whitman had a grass allergy. All wishes on eyelashes, shooting stars and birthday candles shall be used for the Chargers to win the Super Bowl in 2009. Those who don't comply with these terms will be exiled to Oakland.
-Sarah Atallah is an English senior.
-This column does not necessarily reflect the opinion of The Daily Aztec.
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