A whip-smart, iconoclastic youngster with a pronounced sense of style joins a group of talented individuals bent on changing the world, but the entire plot goes south when we discover that, beneath all of the hubris and personality, no real plan exists as to how they plan to accomplish the goal.
No, this is not the Netflix one-liner on the Theranos documentary about the fake blood-drawing machine. It’s an introduction to a piece about the Mike McDaniel–era Chargers, a team that has taken our sense of imagination and bludgeoned it behind a remote Siberian woodshed.
