Showing posts with label Gartrell Johnson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gartrell Johnson. Show all posts

Sunday, December 5, 2010

I am at Disneyland... and so is the Gartrell Johnson T-Shirt!


I'm up early for day two of the Disneyland weekend extravaganza and as a creature of habit I am rolling into form.

The restaurant across from me is about to serve me my coffee.

My clothes, you ask? Well it's a Sunday.... the Chargers play this afternoon... and the streak is on the line.

I am adorned in a golden Gartrell Johnson T-Shirt. It is wrinkled. It does not look sharp but i ma respecting the streak. Gartrell is about to push this streak to 5 for our San Diego Chargers. You Better Recognize!*

Thoughts on Disneyland
Positives: The representation of the San Diego Chargers is astounding! Lightning Bolts everywhere!
Negatives: The representation of the San Francisco Giants is disgusting! Nothing like a World Series to bring out the bandwagon. I've never felt such neutrality in the wake of Raider, and Dodger fandom as I have this weekend. The ubiquitous Giant fan amazingly out does them all!


Well... off to meet Jasmine! I'll try and get a picture!


*By "You Better Recognize" I mean to say you should know that Gartrell plays for the Falcons.... I think... I just know it's not the Giants... and obviously not the Chargers.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Catching-Up: Part II

I wrote a couple of things for 619Sports.net during the month of October and... let's see... where are they?

Oh here we go: the first one was called "I'm not with stupid, I AM stupid!"

What's it about? It was a mish-mash of stuff including my viewing habits during Chargers games, Jimmy Carter/Norv Turner analogies, and a piece called "Cautionary Tales in Jersey Purchases". Incidentally, I've stopped wearing my jerseys and have switched to something else. I'm superstitious.

The second piece at 619 was called "Good Morning. I Hate You!"

This was a "getting back to your roots" piece where we re-examined our hate for the New England Patriots. It was written before the Chargers played the Patriots on October 24th, 2010.

I went to the game that afternoon and it was one of the worst played games I've ever attended or watched for that matter. The Chargers and the Pats both sucked it up and at halftime I thought there was a very real possibility that I would be leaving the game early. The 4th quarter however turned for the better. The ending not so much.

Go read it and reflect on your hatred.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Get 'Em While They're Hot; Gartrell Johnson Ringer T's

I was directed to a thread in the forum at Glorify The Past regarding Charger rookie RB Gartrell Johnson out of Colorado State. The thread provided a link to Gartrell Johnson's own website, to which I eagerly clicked.....

A bold move I thought.

GJ's a rookie and from everything I've heard and seen it is Michael Bennett that has looked very solid in camp and games this summer. So that puts Gartrell Johnson in the 4th position on the depth chart behind LT, .43 cent, and Michael Bennett.....and he has a website? Ah, the hubris of youth.

The best part of the site? It has a merchandise Shop; schwag up the wazoo, all from a rookie NFL running back drafted in the 4th round. I looked at some of his t-shirts and I came across a solid ringer T---gold with blue hoops---and knew it would be a solid purchase for either of the following two reasons:
  1. If Gartrell makes the team; hey, look at my cool gold ringer T......you got one of these? It'd be like the start of a cult following for the dread-locked RB .
  2. If Gartrell gets cut; hey, look at my cool gold ringer T.....you can't get one of these! In this event it would be me and a village of Guatemalan children spending their days alternating between the official Gartrell Johnson shirt and the New England Patriots 19-0 Super Bowl Champion T's.
Really, it's too cool not to own regardless of the reason.

Wow---hasn't made the team and he's already selling himself hard to the public. Hey Gartrell! I bought your T-shirt. Now go impress Norv.