Bolts!
So since moving to San Diego, a top priority has been getting Charger tickets. Opening day, Dave P and myself traveled about a half an hour south to watch my beloved bolts beat up on the lowly Titans. It is so nice to see that there are other Charger fans in the world. This day there was about 70,000 of us.
The cool part, besides our awesome seats, was tailgating. 6 years ago, H and I had season tix and tailgated with a group of folks lead by the great Boltmeister Lee. We all had great food and cold beer. I wanted to relive those days but couldn't remember Boltmeister's last name. I searched the internet high and low but to no avail.
Cut to sunday morning. I tell my friend Dave that we are on a mission to find Boltmeister. The sea of 70 grand wearing blue and gold (some powder blue - including myself) was daunting but we pushed on. Plastic bottles of Coors Light in our hands (I was out for quantity not quality), we walked up and down the massive parking lot.
Then I remembered. D4 or E4. One of those two was the magical spot. D4 was closest so we trudged through the open bbqs searching. My excitement was turning to fear. I can see that Dave was growing weary carrying the 18 pack of beer. Well, it was down to about 12 by now.
D4 was a wash. On to E4. My spidey senses were ablaze when we walked closer to the sign. I turn the corner and there he is! Boltmeister Lee cooking away on a huge grill with beer in hand. Gasman! he returns. I am back home. There's all the familiar faces all in Charger unis. The trek was complete.
Now the mission is to get season tix. Could be an expensive one but for my bolts, it's worth it.
The cool part, besides our awesome seats, was tailgating. 6 years ago, H and I had season tix and tailgated with a group of folks lead by the great Boltmeister Lee. We all had great food and cold beer. I wanted to relive those days but couldn't remember Boltmeister's last name. I searched the internet high and low but to no avail.
Cut to sunday morning. I tell my friend Dave that we are on a mission to find Boltmeister. The sea of 70 grand wearing blue and gold (some powder blue - including myself) was daunting but we pushed on. Plastic bottles of Coors Light in our hands (I was out for quantity not quality), we walked up and down the massive parking lot.
Then I remembered. D4 or E4. One of those two was the magical spot. D4 was closest so we trudged through the open bbqs searching. My excitement was turning to fear. I can see that Dave was growing weary carrying the 18 pack of beer. Well, it was down to about 12 by now.
D4 was a wash. On to E4. My spidey senses were ablaze when we walked closer to the sign. I turn the corner and there he is! Boltmeister Lee cooking away on a huge grill with beer in hand. Gasman! he returns. I am back home. There's all the familiar faces all in Charger unis. The trek was complete.
Now the mission is to get season tix. Could be an expensive one but for my bolts, it's worth it.
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