I missed the first half of this game, since I was at the office breaking either the third or fourth commandment, depending on how your faith tradition numbers these things (for you atheists and/or Seventh Day Adventists, I was merely working on Sunday). Which, I suppose, is better than being at the office, breaking, say, commandments six or seven.
Can Kenny Cooper be stopped? Will he and Rocha be the next great duo in history, like Lewis and Clark, or Martin and Lewis, or for that matter, Rowan and Martin? Seriously, those two look like they’ve been playing together since grade school.
My old nemesis, “Real Life” has kept me from writing my regular witty and insightful commentary here of late. But, thanks to the miracle of the Internets and the good people at MLS Live, I actually saw an entire game for the first time this season. The picture was blurry, but smooth; which is fine, because that’s pretty much the way I see the game when I’m standing with the Inferno.
I’d hitchhike, but I don’t the Lovely Cid would go for it.
I resolve to never again order 500 “FC Dallas - MLS Champions” T-shirts in the month of April.
I now, officially, hate the Dynamo more than I hate the Mexican National Team.
Discuss.
Sometime last season, those great guys from La Raza Latina supporter’s group taught the Inferno a traditional Latin American football chant, which we sing over and over during the games.
So let’s not get all haughty and reprimand ol’ DJ for not being in a glass-half-full kinda mood as he made his way past the innumerable Indian Casinos that dot the landscape between the Land of the Red Dirt and the Great Republic of Tejas, m’kay?
I hardly even know what to say. The phrase that always comes to mind at times like these (and the soccer gods know there’s been a lot of them in the last decade or so) is gut-shot. I feel gut-shot.
Sometimes while writing the Streamage, my muse is Calliope, the Muse of the Heroic Epic. Sometimes my Muse is Thalia, Muse of Comedy. Other times, you know, since it is FC Dallas we’re talking about, my Muse has Melpemone, Muse of Tragedy.