Just Kristin

Good bye! Please? Now that the Charg­ers have shuf­fled off the grid­iron, hav­ing lost quite mis­er­ably in their final play-off game (to an audi­ence of sold-out minus 500?!?), can we please get them out of mom’s base­ment? I have noth­ing against each indi­vid­ual player, please under­stand, but I have noth­ing but dis­gust in my heart for Spanos, the money-grubbing sleaze-bag who wants an impov­er­ished city to pony up tax­payer money in order to keep a team that, only mar­gin­ally and then debat­ably, brings it any fis­cal ben­e­fit, so that he can make oodles more money. I am fur­ther sad­dened by the peo­ple who vote for Spanos-spurred fund­ing ini­tia­tives, think­ing with their testosterone-laden bits rather than their brains, leav­ing schools, libraries and gen­eral pub­lic ser­vices to lan­guish in their regard as less impor­tant than a mediocre foot­ball team.

Don’t get me wrong: I love foot­ball. I love the game. How about this for a solu­tion: Spanos, sell the team to the city of San Diego, to its peo­ple. Take the pro­ceeds and buy your­self an island some­where where you can live in lux­ury but with­out fur­ther inflict­ing your­self upon the world. Let the city, and the peo­ple who love the team decide what the team needs, and let the peo­ple and the city ben­e­fit from what­ever prof­its may arise as well as tak­ing the eco­nomic sacks of own­ing a team.

If you won’t sell, then take your team, and your ball, and go home, move out of Mother San Diego’s base­ment, get a real job and stop play­ing games, you hor­ri­ble sponge. You need to grow up and start tak­ing respon­si­bil­ity for your­self. Your mom has done all she could, and then some. She owes you noth­ing and deserves some respect. Move on.