Some Chicken and an Egg

As you all know the Sounders laid an egg against Chivas.  We had all the advantages:  an opponent not interested in playing in the attacking third, a strong need for points, an overly-long home scoreless drought in need of ending, and for about twenty minutes a man advantage.  All of which led to no goals.  A lot of credit goes to Zach Thornton.  I heard that he was offered a hot dog for every save, if true he is in hog heaven.

Again we had a splendid tailgate, mostly thanks to J-Hole as I understand it.  I'm a sucker for pulled pork.  Though Kelly did her SEC-self proud with some breakfast muffins and jell-o shot chasers.  A boy could get drunk early with this crowd.  All I brought was some goat cheese as a method of skewering the Goats prior to the game.  Maybe we should have actually opened it. Next time I may go the Major League route and bring a bucket of chicken.  This home-scoreless business needs to end.  I'm willing to make sacrifices.  By that I mean killing things.  Or eating greasy chicken.

Now, I fear the Sounders will be like the nerdy kid at the playoff party -  on the outside looking in.  Perhaps such expectations were too high and unreasonable for a first year team.  Then again, scoring the occasional goal should not be beyond their abilities.  They did win the U.S. Open Cup so as far as I am concerned this has been a very successful year.  But with their hot start we all had our expectations raised.  Now they are all but dashed, and Jon  has lost all faith.