Back in the basement we go.
That’s the hell us Bears fans are in.
But the Chargers are such a different brand of sad.
A much worse brand.
These are the attributes that perpetually curse this fanbase.
You won’t find rage-filled rants or personal insults below Chargers fans.
What you’ll find is much worse.
Cold, hard reality.
You’re about to learn that instead of hell, your favorite little team resides in perpetual purgatory.
This isn’t about a player, a coach, a GM, or an owner.
It’s about a franchise.
A state of absolute average.
There’s no turning back now Cowboy Randy.
This franchise has defied all laws of mathematics to sit on this very day one game beind .500.
Every game they’ve ever played has a role in the making of this almost mediocre club.
Including the events that happened in this trip down repressed Chargers fan memory lane curtesy ofNFL.com.
There’s no escape.
No matter what seemingly positive things happen.
The Justin Herbert era was supposed to break the spell.
Herbert is no savior.
He’s no hero nor villian.
He’s…. Just.
Justin this perpetually purgatory with everyone else.
Even so, their season would end up with a 7-9 record including going 1-2 in overtime games.
Price Is Right perfection in both rights.
Just below the surface of midiocre.
Achieving as much as possible without being noticed by anyone on the surface.
The Chargers are 26-26 in the regular season since drafting Herbert.
But as the graph reveals that doesn’t tell the entire tale.
The Justin Herbert era stands in Charger equilibrium at 26-27.
I know you don’t want to hear about that playoff game.
There’s no reason to relitigate the wounds you wear still yet to scar.
But we’re going to relitigate anyway.
The game itself was an experiment proving the cold scientific reality of this team’s natural state.
A thrill and excitement that would never happen for my Bears or an 0-16 Browns/Lions.
We all know how it ended.
It didn’t matter how hot they started off.
It didn’t matter what momentum they thought they had.
The spell wasn’t broken.
Brewing in the beaker of sad truth just waiting to fizzle over.
The physics of chemistry knows no mercy.
And that’s what the fans from Los Angeles got.
An emblem more apt than you know.
What seems exciting and impressive at first glance hides the reality from within.
You know better though.
You’ve seen this stunt before.
The light you only got a glimpse of is long gone.
Lightning is the perfect mascot for this team.
Lighting is the product of this equal union between postives and negatives.
It’s about evening things up.
So almost everything evens up with just aslightbit of loss.
What a perfect mascot.
It’s everything the Los Average Chargers always have been and will always be.
An OG fan might sadly retort that the Chargers aren’t actually named after lighting.
They’d be right.
But the end game is the same.
If you didn’t already know you’re going to want to sit down for this one.
When you do you might even feel it in your billfold.
The San Diego Chargers were dead ass named after credit cards.
How so very LA.
The Charger’s modus operandi remains.
Everything it gives, you have to pay back.
Except a little bit more because you have to pay interest.
There’s truly no escape Chargers fans.
It’s the same motif no matter what you do.
This is your purgatory.
So good luck out there on Sunday.
Gotta think the odds are in your favor as you sit at 0-2.
You’re one win away from regaining a little hope.
A spark of excitement.
From wondering if you’re finally on the right path after all these years.
From at least not being winless.
