This last game’s gotten me a little emotional. I apologize in advance. Continue reading
1) I watch most away games at home, but this time I went to a sports bar, and I gotta tell you, soccer’s more fun when you’re surrounded by fellow fans, all of them cheering, singing, crying, and bitching. I think I’m going to have to do this from now on.
Everyone at the bar was in agreement on our Man of the Match. Clearly Donovan Ricketts. And it’s not even close. Continue reading
< 1) Sunday’s 1-0 victory over LA was an interesting game, with both good and bad.
Good: the Timbers looked dangerous for long stretches. Bad: they couldn’t turn that into shots on goal.
Bad: the Galaxy kept breaking out in numbers. Good: then they’d get shut down by our backs.
Good: it was super-fun to cheer in the cold and rain. Bad: I’m pretty sure I now have that Chinese bird flu. Continue reading
1) The chip-shot goal is my favorite thing in soccer. I have always felt this way. Double saves are very nice, but the cheeky chipped-in goal is the best. Every time I check out the five nominees for MLS’s Goal of the Week, if there’s a chip-shot goal, I’m almost always voting for it, even it’s scored by some turd like Camilo or Blas Perez or Steven Lenhart. (Okay, I take that back. Steven Lenhart could score on a 75-yard bicycle kick and I still wouldn’t vote for him…) Continue reading
1) Remember when Chivas was a joke? An easy three points?
We whipped them 3-0 back in May. This time? A very different group, indeed. I’d suspected it would be tougher, what with their surprisingly good form of late. Still, I thought we’d get the win. Maybe not a blowout, but at least a close win. Continue reading
Last week, we lost by two goals and I called it a blowout. It certainly felt like one. We were dominated by Salt Lake from start to finish. This week, we won by four goals. So is it another blowout? Continue reading
Losses in Seattle are the worst losses.
I think I have emotional whiplash. There’s only so much a man can take. Back and forth, back and forth, all night long. Way too much drama. Five goals? That would have been fine. But that sixth one? Too much. Way too much.
So for this column, the “Six Degrees” will actually be “Six Goals” followed by “Six Emotions.” Continue reading