My co-worker D.C. told me I couldn’t call myself an Eagles fan if I didn’t see the Birds play live. So today Bryan and I drove down to Qualcomm Stadium to see them play the Chargers. I wish it had turned out better; I could almost taste the comeback. But, man, was I happy to see a whole corner of the stadium rippling dark green. I can’t believe how many people were walking by in McNabb, Westbrook, Jackson and Cunningham (!) jerseys. While Charger fans weren’t as hostile to visitors as Raider Nation — the guy next to me even said, “Nice catch!” when Jason Avant reeled one in with one hand — we did see a couple of fights. Some hard-looking homies who were drinking beer in our no-alcohol family section taunted a six-year-old Eagles fan until he started crying. The kid’s dad got angry and said he would see those guys at the exit. The homies started pounding their fists in their hands. As we left the stadium, we were glad to see the family had hustled out.