A loss, another loss. Closed practices. Rumors. Then the reality.
And then the ensuing fire. At the time, is was a feisty Scot striking out at a ridiculous suggestion. I read the accounts and I couldn’t stop smiling.
This time, the fire was less a blaze and more of a slow smolder, a building flame. Steady, but growing. And again, I’m left with this ridiculous grin.
Here. Go watch this.
Take a minute. Think it through. There’s a lot there to chew on.
We’re in the middle of a derby week that, to me anyway, hasn’t felt much like a derby week. With the concern over suspensions and injuries and whatever else might come up, I’ve had a hard time mustering the energy to get riled up.
Thankfully, Caleb Porter is on the job. For someone who professes a preference for keeping the highs low and the lows high, he seemed to go a little off-script today. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.
Enough to take swings at MLS, PRO Referees and, tangentially, Jurgen Klinsmann, Clint Dempsey, and all of Seattle.
Bless his heart. I could not be happier. Someone please run an Ancestry.com search on him and tell me how far back the Scots are in his family tree.
Credit to Jamie Goldberg on those links. She does good work.