Went down to the Q yesterday for the first time since the Pads’ last game there. Packed house for the Chargers vs Chiefs. A lot more energy in that place than I’d remembered. A lot more people, too.

No Drew Brees, no LaDainian Tomlinson, no Antonio Gates. But we did get to see Philip Rivers throw his first NFL touchdown pass. And we may well have seen Doug Flutie throw his last.

Some dogs came out at halftime and attempted to catch frisbees. They weren’t really on their game, though, and people started booing. What is this, Philly?

After the game we walked back over to Hazard Center to pick up the car. It’s a little over two miles, about 40 minutes by foot. Still quicker than taking the trolley, if you count waiting in line.

Drove up the hill to Pampas Argentine Grill for some excellent steaks. My wife is still talking about the garlic fries.

Now is about the time I start to think there should be a point to this narrative. Alas, no such luck. It was good to get out to a football game. It was good to see the Q again. It was good to hang with friends.

Isn’t it always…