This past summer some friends (Kevin and Katy) travelled to Pittsburgh for a wedding. They also spent some time traveling around Ohio. At the time I needed electronic advice so naturally I called Kevin. He called me back from Columbus and told me they were passing by Crew Stadium. I told him to spit in the general direction and he obliged. Thus the road was paved for the Sounders' miraculous victory.
With the win, Seattle slapped us nay-sayers upside the head as a reminder to keep the faith. Tough love, but appreciated. According to multiple sources (websites) they now have a 97.5% chance of making the playoffs. Nothing is assured, and I fully expect them to be embarrassed (again) by Kansas City in their next match. This post, however, will NOT be construed as a jinx. If the team chokes blame the chicken bone on an email the team sent us season-ticket holders. I'm glad they are giving us first crack at our seats and I quickly cracked/paid-up. I mention this whole thing to point out another miracle: Jon and I don't have to work on either of the possible home playoff dates. Trust me, that is a miracle.
Some, myself not included, might construe this as divine intervention. I will hold my judgement until such faith is warranted. But I have to believe there was some voodoo juju in Kevin's saliva. How else can you explain such an upset? You can't. I don't know anyone in the KC area to hock a loogie at the Wizards, so we'll have to do the next best thing. Get out your Kevin Harman doll and start poking it with pins. He deserves it, if for no other reason than his hair. If you don't have one, and I can understand if you don't since they sold out so quickly after the first meeting, you can easily make one. Just grab an old doll and bleach its hair badly, call it Fat Boy and you're done.
No comments:
Post a Comment