Most of the day went to looking after Liza, who is healing faster from the ICL surgery than I had any right to expect. San Diego meet the Galaxy tonight, and with them comes Chucky Lozano, the black sheep, returned. I will be honest about where I have landed: I have become a full hater. I want the Galaxy to win, and I want Chucky to score, and I have stopped pretending otherwise. There is a certain relief in admitting a grudge instead of dressing it up as fairness.