Coping With Loss in La Jolla

(somewhere on a sunny beach in La Jolla, Callifornia) Brad: Brah! Good waves out there today. Jackson: Totally, brah. And my gal K8 [ed. note--literally spelled that way] packed me a whole box of fresh fish tacos. Brad: Rad! With the guac? Jackson: Yup. And I made some of that mango salsa. Brad: Sweet. So, did you go to the game

Meanwhile, in the San Diego Locker Room…

Brandon Flowers: Damn, it's been almost a week and I'm still bummed out from losing so badly to the Vikings. Malcolm Floyd: Tell me about it. I keep running through how we could have turned it around in my head, trying to figure out what went wrong. I've hardly slept, man. Flowers:

All roads lead to L.A.

I was too young to appreciate the Air Coryell days with Fouts, Alworth, Winslow, Joiner and Jefferson. I did however get to watch Stan Humphries and Natrone Means lead the Chargers to Super Bowl defeat against the juggernaut that was the 1994 49ers. I had the pleasure of then watching

NSA Telephone Transcript #14B688UC11

[brief ringing sound, then a phone picking up] OSZ: Hello? [No response. Background noise sounds like a large group of people talking all at once, as well as "Fly Like An Eagle" by the Steve Miller Band] OSZ: Hello? Who is this? [Still no response, but a voice cuts through the background noise] GET