Tomorrow is the first preseason game of the 2024-2025 season. I'll be at Sofi with all of my usual regalia, and flying my Bolts flags. I don't have a Storm Cloud flag. I'm looking at you, Kyle!!! My Bolt-B-Que grill will once again send up smoke clouds of pride when we're hungry. I'll hear the pitter-patter grown people feet in sloooowwww motion on the bottle-necked bridge that spans Rivers' Lake. It's a complete safety hazard, but I digress.

We're falling in love all over again. A true, monogamous relationship that has lasted decades, for better or for WORSE. My Chargers fan kids posted an adoption ad titled, "We love daddy, but what the hell is wrong with him....by extension...us. Get us outa here". It's time to renew vows for a loved past and continuation of love as we approach what ever anniversary it is. My vows are as follows:

• I promise to set a 30 minute heavy drinking limit when you lose, and there shall not be said limit if I joyously drink when you win.
• F.T.R.
• If my wife says that the team can't hear me when I'm yelling at the TV, I'll convince her that they can hear me by way of the best in new tech.
• F.T.R. Oh, I already said that. Can you stress that enough?
• I will evaluate my position on Dean that says he's a parasitic twin in my arm pit that is only there to grow hair and to be fed Old Spice.

I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the We Hate The Raiders Nation, and to force for which we stand, one team, indivisible, with wives that can pass an STD test and dignity for all.

Good luck to us all!! Let's GOOOOOO!!!!