I have made the case that all of us Americans should be proud of our uniform, which is the American flag. That being an American teammate means that you stick together, you support each other, you wear your team colors proudly and you are accountable for your actions. That working together as a team gives America the power to achieve great things, things that we could not accomplish as individuals.
I have criticized flag burners and national anthem protesters for pointing fingers, not just because I may disagree with them politically, but because I believe being an American is a privilege, and the team should come before the individual players personal social, cultural, or political aspirations.
I base my assessment on the idea that we have to keep our team, our ship in an ocean of turmoil, afloat before we serve our individual needs. Am I a statist? No, I just believe that the best way to affect change, to improve the team, is to work within the ‘family’ first. Tearing the family apart makes it much harder to improve our collective life experience.
I don’t think we should all just shut up and bend over when we see injustice or bad policy. But there are avenues for dissent, for criticism, for changing policies and procedures. However, my theory assumes we have a unified goal; we must have the same aspirations for our future.
That may be the hardest part.
I feel the same way about our local family. For example, the San Diego Chargers were one of our local community assets. They served the purpose of unifying the vast disparities in social and cultural demographics across the region. When we pulled for the Chargers, we were pulling for each other. For over fifty years they were endemic to our San Diego experience, they represented our competitive spirit, our positive outlook, our sunny disposition and our collective hope.
But the owners and our community have disparate goals. We want to share our love, and they want to make money. Those are irreconcilable differences. They stepped out on us. They defiled our trust and our investment. They gave up on our marriage.
Stan Kroenke’s alluring illusion of Nirvana in Los Angeles has wrecked our dysfunctional family. Just like any marriage gone bad, there are usually indicators early on that there is a disconnect. That is certainly true with the Spanos family and the City of San Diego and Charger fans. The team fought with players, coaches, council members, Mayors, and fans. The truth is, this marriage was doomed when Alex Spanos bought the team.
The goals of the Spanos family and the fan base never meshed, so I say ‘good riddance.’ We deserve better. San Diego fans have always been in love and loyal. The Spanos family was aloof and abusive and never part of our family.
As painful as it is now, our community will be better off after the divorce.