We are so close, people. So close. A home shutout would have been nice, but a two-goal advantage? That’s pretty good, too. I don’t want to jinx us by being overconfident, but with the way we’re playing and the lead we’ve got, this feels extremely doable. A trip to the championship is right there for the taking.
I had some friends in town on Sunday and we all went to the Crystal Ballroom for the team’s official viewing party. With 500 screaming, cheering, singing fans, it was almost like going to a game. By the end, my friends were singing along, waving scarves, and declaring loudly that they don’t always root, but when they root, they root from the Timbers.
The irony? My friends are from Dallas. And they’re already talking about going to the conference finals down there. Wearing Timbers scarves.
Resistance is futile.
After the impossibly dramatic game Thursday night, I was hoping for a nice relaxing match on Sunday. Sure, I would have preferred a relaxing 3-0 win, but I guess 0-0 will do.
There are so many great things to talk about from the game Thursday night. Sadly, there are just as many awful things to talk about. I’m not sure the best way to approach this. I think I’ll start with the bad stuff, just to get it out of the way. You’ve been warned.
Okay, friends, I’m gonna be completely honest, right from the start. You’re not getting my best work today. I had nasal surgery on Friday and have been a complete mess ever since. I’ve got two black eyes, a swollen face, a couple tampons stuck up my nose, and a semi-regular dripping of blood/snot/dark magic. I watched Sunday’s game with a belly full of codeine and have only now climbed out of my sick bed in an attempt to write about it. My efforts today will mark me as either the strongest, most heroic person you’ve ever known or a gigantic pussy who needs to quit his bitchin’ and grow a pair. Either way, I highly recommend punching yourself in the face a few times as you read this, just so you can see it from my perspective.
Remember that time I opened my column with “The Timbers are incapable of winning pretty. There are no nice, relaxing wins with this team. Everything’s a struggle, every game is played on a knife’s edge.”
When was that? Last year? Year before?
Oh, wait, I remember. It was last Thursday.
The 2015 Timbers are incapable of winning pretty. There are no nice, relaxing wins with this team. Everything’s a struggle, every game is played on a knife’s edge, even when we’re playing 11 on 10.
Most weeks, I’m glad I write a Timbers column. Then there are weeks like this. I don’t want to write about the Timbers, you don’t want to read about the Timbers, so we’ll just keep this short, okay?