That game. Those ten minutes. Those guys. The players. The drive. The second half. The spirit. The coaching. The tactics. The subs. The goals. The ending. The connections. The friends. The warriors. The ethos. The passion. The place. The fans. The atmosphere. The songs. The goals. The saves. The shots. The implications. Western Conference Open Cup? Open Cup. So many games. Injuries? Injuries. Goals. Confetti. More goals. The friends. The determination. The field. The ball. The net. The joy. The terror. One minute. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Ninety minutes. The fans. The noise. The fans. The fans. GOALS! FIREWORKS!
Tim Melia. Saad Abdul-Salaam. Kevin Ellis. Matt Besler. Jimmy Medranda. Paulo Nagamura. Soni Mustivar. Benny Feilhaber. Conor Hallisey. Dom Dwyer. Krisztian Nemeth. Amadou Dia. Jacob Peterson. Chance Myers.
10 minutes. Craziness. What do you even say to that? It's just a game. Right? Right?
I'm gonna go back and watch those ten minutes again.
Respect to Vancouver.
I was sad. I was happy. I am happy. This team. These guys. These guys. THESE GUYS.
This is a team. I don't know if they'll win the US Open Cup. I don't know if they'll win the Supporter's Shield. I don't know if they'll win the MLS Cup.
But damn. I love watching this team. This team. These guys man. These damn guys. Every week. Every damn week.
I once remember talking to former Wizard Jimmy Conrad after a nail biting 3-2 win and telling him "Hey man, awesome game, but do you always have to leave it late? You don't always need to make it close." And his response? "We try to game plan so we can dominate every game. And if we can win late, it means we probably did."
This team. This team can dominate. I love this team. I love these guys. God I love game days.
I'm gonna go re-watch that last ten minutes now. Thanks.