SF Loses The Plot: RBNY Depression Ramble
We're not even to the All-Star break and I'm about one more loss from completely giving up hope for anything good coming out of the 2009 season for RBNY. I know that's one more loss than necessary for some of my fellow fans but I'm attempting to be an optimist. Other than some wild, unlikely success the only good things I can imagine are the following:
1. A second DP that is so absolutely absurd that upon announcement people will check their calendars to see if it's April 1st.
2. Khano Smith, Juan Pietravallo, and Jorge Rojas are shipped out in a package deal for...anything.
3. Dane Richards, whose presence on the team I do appreciate, earns his Certificate of Completion from the David Beckham School of Crossing.
4. Red Bull Arena and necessary infrastructure are miracled into fully-functional existance by the next home game.
I know full well none of those things are even bordering on likely but the last one is just so close now that it's somehow achieved the impossible and made me more averse to stepping foot into Giants Stadium. If we were winning, different story. But with The Comedy Troup Currently Known as Red Bull New York™ delivering shambolic performances on a weekly basis, the hope that this time next year I will be ballin' out in someplace so luxurious as RBA is really the only thing I have to look forward to as far as the club is concerned.
Which is sad really; I'm more stoked about getting seats than the team I'm paying to see from them. The awful thing about it is that the worse it gets the less passionate I feel about the team; I'm still watching the games --it hasn't gotten that bad yet-- but I'm starting to laugh at their mishaps instead of being angry at them. And I like to stand and sing and cheer and socialize and get involved in the game but now I kinda want to just sit down and daydream about being somewhere else.
Basically I think I'm soccer-depressed and it sucks. I'm sure I'll get over it. I'm going off to listen to The Cure now and daydream about taking mass transit to sit in a seat with a roof over it.
Photo courtesy of RBNY.