Sweet Cowabunga if Bobby Beathard doesn’t sound as he did back when he was constructing the Chargers, the San Diego Chargers, into their only Super Bowl team.
Now 80 and quick to talk Monday about grandson C.J., a quarterback whom one of the NFL whippersnappers well could draft next week, his voice sounded so crisp, so clear -- so Bobby -- that I had to check my mental calendar.
Nah, it’s not 1994.
“I’m just watching the Boston Marathon,” Beathard, who lives in Tennessee but still has an 858 dial-up, was saying.