I used to wear my throwback Lance Alworth jersey every Sunday. Not because I am some hipster douche canoe, but because if I am going to spend the money on a jersey I may as well spend it on a player you can no longer trade away (just to see him win a SB in another city. Again.), and I may as well spend it on the best looking jersey in all of sports.
That said, I stopped wearing it for most Sundays last season. I figured whatever we'd been doing wasn't working and if your dumbasses were going to insist on continuing to do the same thing, maybe I could do something different to help out.
Turns out I wasn't the problem.
It's not me, it's you.
So your shit together or move the fuck out (of San Diego) so I can start living without you.
In the meantime, I am wearing my #19 jersey because fuck the San Antonio/Las Vegas Raiders!
Postscript: Mike McCoy, grow a set. Hell, grow a personality. Grow a fucking pulse even! Just do something different that lets us all know you aren't just a fucking clueless corpse on the sideline.
Crank this to eleven.