Everyone knows “that guy”.
At sporting events, he’s the guy that gets there early, has his favorite seat staked out, brings stuff with him to games to throw or wave or whatever, and leads his section in cheers.
He’s the guy that the home team loves and maybe even waves to from time to time.
He’s the guy that the visiting team hates and maybe even waves a middle finger at as they leave the game.
He bleeds his team’s colors.
He knows and sings the fight song.
I am that guy.
Charger Hockey is back. This has been a very, very long seven-month period.