For 110 minutes the MLS Cup final was a snoozer. Gertrude had to put some Viagra in my second half tapioca – ’cause I have trouble staying up!
But then, Taylor Twellman scored a beauty. Could this be the year? Could the curse be broken?
Ah, no.
2 second later, Brian Ching scored a vintage target forward goal – a flank-cross to the head.
Pandemonium!
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Penalty Kicks.
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Then Jay Heaps entered the vast, self-loathing lore of New England . . . a region full of lies!
The Revolution are now the Buffalo Bills and Minnesota Vikings of the MLS. They can’t win the final game! San Jose/Houston is quietly putting up some DC United style franchise numbers – let’s see how they do with some international opponents.
What the F-ck?
Eric Wynalda: (speaking as ESPN showed The Deuce on bench)
“He’s not happy. He has that look of someone locked in the basement, chewing on raw meat for 24 hours.”
Dave O’Brien’s Hero of the Stupid Moment . . .
The following are “Grand old men” of MLS: Steve Ralston and Pat Onstead.
Houston Dynamo Spit Count
Dance Dance Revolution and Dominic Kinnear are some spittin’ fools
An open plea to MLS
Please cease and desist with the super-lame half time acts. Which one of you nitwits was Under the Influence when you picked those wankers? If you’re gonna have a band with “Giants” in the name, it better be They Might Be Giants. That was the lamest band I’ve ever seen.
For Next Time . . .
Playing the The Far Post’s Eric Wynalda Drinking Game!
The Rules.
Take a drink every time Eric mentions . . .
- his playing days (daze?)
- how he would have handled that goal chance
- he verbally jacks-off Taylor Twellman (Seriously those two need to get a room!)
- says “yeahâ€
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