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Over the past week, the Los Angeles Chargers have not looked like the same team that was taking the field the first few weeks of the season. Outside of just the fact that they have managed to string together a few wins in a row, the team looks as if they were somehow reinvigorated on both sides of the ball. Some would say that it is just the bumps of an NFL season, leading them to believe that the Chargers were eventually going to get here after weathering an early adjustment period. Some are still in shock of what they are seeing, and it has them and many others asking, “Are the Chargers a new team?"
What is a troll? No, not the short, pimple-faced imaginary creature that lives under a bridge. Wrong again, not the highlighter hair-colored, plastic figurines that were all the rage in the 90s. When I say “troll," I am talking about the new age kind, the one that hides behind a keyboard. I am referring to a character that the phrase “when Twitter fingers turn to trigger fingers” encapsulates perfectly. You know that guy or girl, with no “real” profile picture or image, who has something to say about everything and usually nothing positive. Yeah, that person. This person would be your troll.
The world shook yesterday using Minnesota as its axis, but as we all know, there aren’t many earthquakes in the midwest. Some would say it was the earth-shattering hit put onto Aaron Rodgers by Minnesota Vikings LB Anthony Barr, a “dead fish” tackle as categorized by the crew on CBS’s postgame, one where the body makes contact and just goes “limp” as the tackler plows the person being tackled into the ground with their shoulder. Others would say it was the multitude of Packers fans and Wisconsinian’s alike, as their realities were not only altered, but torn away at the seams. No matter what caused the quake, the aftershock is this: Aaron Rodgers has a broken collarbone and is likely out for the rest of the regular season. He could never be "replaced," so we must be careful about our next words, but the next obvious question is, who is his fill-in?
Although only five weeks in, the NFL is starting to take shape. Aside from the black cloud that is “the national anthem controversy,” there have been plenty of other storylines for the NFL fan to salivate upon.
They say that hindsight is 20/20, and it turns out that “they” were right. The “Super Chargers” moved from San Diego to Los Angeles this year to what was supposedly the land of opportunity in an NFL market sense. Not only are they losing “the fight for LA," but it turns out that the Chargers were a tad overestimating when considering the likelihood of being able to establish anything resembling an immediate fan base upon relocating, and in fact, really overestimating.
“Judge, jury, and executioner” is a popular phrase, but what does it mean? For most it means that the person responsible for determining guilt or innocence is more than likely or will more than likely determine someone's fate for committing in any given act. There are many examples of this phenomena, from kings and queens to dictators, and then the most heinous of them all… National Football League Commissioner, Roger Goodell.
As we are probably all aware by now, last Friday President Donald Trump gave a speech in the state of Alabama. From “little rocket man,” to the president chastising the media for accusations of “hounding the first lady over her shoes,” this speech included many tidbits and factoids, the majority of which we already heard throughout his animated run to the presidency. The unheard notions spewed weren’t that unfamiliar either as he touted his victories throughout the election, and other scenarios that were of course centered around making him look like a rockstar. He spoke of the “wall,” which is inevitably going to happen based on our president's rhetoric, but he also said some other things.
About a year ago this time, the world was right. We had yet to be fully taken aback by the mercurial charm of one LaVar Ball and his three basketball wielding sons. We had yet to be tarnished by the boastful yet exuberant brand of marketing so elegantly executed by the patriarch of the Ball family. We had yet to witness what was surely on it’s way in the form of a media madman and the subsequent superstar that was LaVar, and most importantly, we had yet to get tired of it. Well we are, the most of us sane, logical, and rational people, and here is why the act is starting to get old.