Martin Luther was a rebel. A rabble rouser. A bit of a hoolie. He got mad and took a stand and nailed his words to the doors of a church.
And he said some smart stuff.
I’ve been stressed out for the last couple weeks. First with the Chivas nightmares and now with the looming prospect of marching into Centurylink with 1,200 of my friends to watch the Timbers’ first MLS-era playoff match.
It’s a match that has created basically the perfect storm of emotion and sentimentality and heartburn for me and so many people around me. This means everything.
We’re an emotional bunch whether we individually admit to it or not.
I watched the Chivas match last week with people I didn’t know well, people who gave me a bit of a confused, bemused look when I tried to explain to them why I needed to go to the stadium after the game instead of going bowling with them. I stumbled over my words. How do you explain something like that?
You don’t. You just go. You live by following your heart.
And I was happy to find someone at the stadium when I got there, someone who understood a bit of my rambling crazy. For that, and for so many more of you who’ve listened to me or read these onscreen words as I’ve babbled nearly incoherently about love and passion and community and, occasionally, soccer, I am now and will forever be grateful.
Believe beyond reason. We say this over and over. But now, we’re believing within reason.
Which brings me back to Martin Luther.
“You have as much laughter,” Luther said,”As you have faith.”
I’ve been nervous to this point. Nervous and apprehensive and overly-sensitive. But it doesn’t matter. Whatever happens will happen.
I know my club can win. I know they have the right combination of skill and strength and desire. I have faith in them.
And with that, let the laughter begin. Let the stress and the apprehension fade to nothing and be replaced with song and love and laughter.
Onward, Rose City.