I’ve been ranty for about twelve hours now. That’s a long time for me to be ranty.

Usually, I rant in short bursts, a few minutes at a time, much the way I exercise. A few minutes here, a few minutes there. Short attention span, wander off.

As I write, this is Offseason Day 12. Twelve hours of ranting for Day 12.

We started out this morning with a few delusions from Merritt, the sorts of things we’ve come to expect from him. He says he didn’t expect that Kris Boyd wouldn’t start all the time. He says the fans just have to be patient because, obviously, we don’t understand the foundation of this team.

Wait. Let’s back up. Did he just urge patience? The guy that fired his coach mid-season? Oh, okay. That makes total sense. Clearly, Merritt and I would have a lot to talk about if anyone would let me get close enough to ask him a few questions.

I could spend a few hundred words about patience and foundation (starting with why’d you trade Kenny away for allocation money when you could have fixed the problem with a decent midfield signing that might have allowed you to do this painfully slow development of young players thing you seem to be stuck on?). But I won’t. Mostly because I’m tired. Because I’ve been ranting all day.

This offseason stuff is exhausting. So much has happened, but I think my soul is still recovering from the last match. It was a painful and disappointing and sad night but, in the end, I was put face to face with my two Scots in a bar I love but am soon losing. That’s right, both of them. Somewhere on the internet, there is photographic evidence that this was not just a figment of my imagination.

It’s been a whirlwind. It feels like that last match was yesterday. And four years ago. I can’t explain.

Apparently Kimura’s in Poland? I took a swing and tried to get some sort of official word from the FO, but the best I could get was the promise of an “official statement regarding current roster players” closer to the MLS Cup. For those who haven’t put it on their calendar, that will be December 1.

Speaking of calendars, this is happening:

http://rctidlady.tumblr.com/

All the credit in the world goes to Michelle DeFord and Brenda Vaughn and all the folks involved in putting this together. I saw the galleys tonight and the whole thing is gorgeous. Proceeds will go to Harper’s Playground. Buy a calendar. Seriously. They’ll be available just in time for holiday gift-giving.

I’ll have more (coherent) words in a few days when I calm down from witnessing Kenny Cooper’s new team let him down just moments before spending two hours watching Nick Rimando’s team let him down. Oof. I don’t even make sense anymore. Clearly.