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| I'm going with Ridgewell... |
OK, let's have it. One of players on the Portland Timbers has clearly slept with his mother. Results can only turn that wackily wrong when the gods intervene. So, to the guilty party, kindly raise your hand. Or gouge out your eyes. I think that worked for some guy back in the way back.
It could be I'm just pissed that the final 20 minutes, as well as the game's defining moment compels me to re-write a few talking points. Before the...goddamn it. I hate when I forget the lede. I'm talking about the 2-1 loss/gut-punch that the Vancouver Whitecaps dealt the Timbers last night. Results being what they are, there is no meaningful bright side, just the mildly comforting thought that Vancouver's Sam Adekugbe can empathize with the feeling of an unexpected hit to something tender.
Anyway, the re-written thoughts numbered exactly two. Before the Timbers got clicking late in the game, I was shaping an argument that Portland's central defensive pairing of Liam Ridgewell and Nat Borchers counted as the one thing that went right all night. The related counter-point dubbed Darlington Nagbe a play-making failure, a man too extravagantly gifted to do the important little things well. By the time it was all done, Nagbe had risen to the occasion and Ridgewell and Borchers would combine for a gaffe straight out of slapstick. From a very, very unfunny comedy.
I'll unpack those undone assumptions below, along with a couple other bitter, bitter thoughts. Any reports of men crying blood this morning in the Portland metro area? No? Damn it. Still, no confessions. Hubris still has her hold.
It could be I'm just pissed that the final 20 minutes, as well as the game's defining moment compels me to re-write a few talking points. Before the...goddamn it. I hate when I forget the lede. I'm talking about the 2-1 loss/gut-punch that the Vancouver Whitecaps dealt the Timbers last night. Results being what they are, there is no meaningful bright side, just the mildly comforting thought that Vancouver's Sam Adekugbe can empathize with the feeling of an unexpected hit to something tender.
Anyway, the re-written thoughts numbered exactly two. Before the Timbers got clicking late in the game, I was shaping an argument that Portland's central defensive pairing of Liam Ridgewell and Nat Borchers counted as the one thing that went right all night. The related counter-point dubbed Darlington Nagbe a play-making failure, a man too extravagantly gifted to do the important little things well. By the time it was all done, Nagbe had risen to the occasion and Ridgewell and Borchers would combine for a gaffe straight out of slapstick. From a very, very unfunny comedy.
I'll unpack those undone assumptions below, along with a couple other bitter, bitter thoughts. Any reports of men crying blood this morning in the Portland metro area? No? Damn it. Still, no confessions. Hubris still has her hold.
