Timbers Army. Rain or Shine. March 3, 2013 versus the New York Red Bulls.
Not sure why these pictures are so shitty but I couldn’t find them anywhere else and they’re good so they’ll have to do. Three solid goals last night and a coach that knows how to dress. I’m impressed.
Pele is swarmed by fans after the Cosmos’ 1977 Soccer Bowl victory over the Seattle Sounders in Portland.
The 2013 league will be the National Women’s Soccer League.
So now we at least know what to call it and how to tag it.
Name’s a bit of a mouthful, logo uninspiring…but it’s a league!
Already like the Thorns branding better than the Timbers :\
During pre-game warm ups at the soccer match Saturday night, a hard shot sailed high and came straight at my head; in the second row there isn’t much time to react. My hands were full so my instincts kicked in and I coolly ducked under it. Unfortunately for the Yuppie first date happening behind me, the noob girl didn’t know it’s a good idea to pay attention during practice shots. The ball went unimpeded square into the side of her face. This girl’s meticulously primped head absorbed the full force of a synthetic leather soccer ball traveling over seventy miles per hour ten minutes before the game was set to start.
Securing my beverages I could hear the whispered voices of concern through the awkward silence that follows a startling situation like this. I glanced back to see her sitting motionless, hands in her face, her date with one hand on her shoulder. Obviously she needed a minute. After about two of those, she began to stir and sniffle and pull her tear soaked hands away from her tomato red face. The date asked if she wanted to go to the EMTs, she said yes. They never returned.
I can’t help but be fascinated by this experience. The causes and effects of things that happen to us and around us is and will forever be an astounding aspect of human life. I could have easily deflected that shot. I could have turned away slightly and let it glance off my shoulder. I could have nobly sacrificed my beers and absorbed the full strike against my chest. I could have ended up in any other seat than that one! But instead I ducked under the ball and totally changed the expected course of two people’s night and instead of a romantic embrace and goodnight kiss, some hopeful girl spent the night in the emergency room and went home with a black eye and mild concussion.
I don’t even feel bad for laughing.
I suppose it could have been worse
The Timbers don’t have many nice looking pro strikes like this. Felt good.