By Seth Wickersham

Friday, February 15, 2008

Two worlds intersect at a small magnetic board. It hangs in the office of A.J. Smith, meeting his eyes whenever he looks up from his scouting reports or cell phone to reflect on, fixate on and toy with the universe he lords over. There are 53 black nameplates on the white board, one for every Charger, detailed with name and number and school and position. San Diego's general manager sees infinite possibilities in the board's composition, which he can manipulate any way he wants. He can move a th ...

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