He said it over and over.

Disappointed.

Caleb Porter, who came in like a lion at the beginning of the 2013 season and has faded to mere lamb status, is disappointed.

Me, too, love. Me, too.

I’m disappointed in the play, the lack of energy, the loss of focus. I’m disappointed that the Timbers have reached this point in the season without ever really hitting their stride. I’m disappointed that this might *be* their stride: a slow, plodding stumble toward the offseason.

I’m disappointed enough that I don’t even have the energy to be angry about it.

There were legends in the stadium today, Timbers from seasons past whose stories are told over and over. They are the players who have gifted us this legacy. Tommy Potl. Scot Thompson. Johhhhnnnn Baaaaaain. Come on. How do you not use that as motivation to push ahead and get the draw most everyone predicted?

How do you not use those predictions of a draw as motivation to push even harder and get the full three points?

How do you just watch the ball hit the back of the net without so much as moving in its general direction?

Dissapointing. Disappointed.