I have buried family members.
I’ve seen great friends laid to rest.
I worked the morning of the PSA plane crash in North Park, horror that came a half-hour after the gleeful news that Don Coryell was returning to San Diego.
I’ve lived through wars and senseless tragedy and assassinations and mass suicides and terrorist threats and the remarkable devaluing of human life and skyscrapers falling to the ground.
The Chargers leaving for Los Angeles does not measure up.
But it doesn’t mean I’m not angry as hell after growing up with this franchise, listening to and writing this stadium crap over the past 15 years, always somehow, stupidly, I guess, thinking it would be resolved.