This is getting ridiculous. Against our better judgement, we optimistically went for a tie. Should’ve not succumbed to the siren song of feeling good about ourselves and life. El FC certainly weren’t feeling it vs. Nashville. In fact, we laid the proverbial egg.
It’s moments like that that make me pine for my dear, dead hen, Rodney, who would lay eggs when needed most.
This loss hit the compound hard. Real hard. I was beginning to fear for the mental health of Turd, who walked around for the next two days, muttering like a person whose soul is bereft of direction or purpose:
Luckily, I had a fifth of Turd’s favorite tipple stashed away for just such an occasion. The delicate balance of smoke and sweet danced upon our palates and made us, for a fleeting moment, forget the recent turn of events.
Believing placidness had swept over the entire compound, I begin to stroll the grounds in order to clear my head. I find Andrea, huddled under the dappled shad of a desert willow.
If you don’t have this native in your landscaping, you really should find a space for one. Easy on the water, good blooms that provide food for beneficial insects, and a comely, pleasant shape. I recommend you go to a local nursery, like Garden Seventeen, to find one. They’ll treat you right and provide great service. As a plus, there are food trucks on site.
So, I walked up to Andrea, who was sitting there, rocking back and forth, watching this clip on endless repeat:
Yup. A general pall descended upon us. The lackluster performances of late have laid bare what some individual brilliance had obfuscated earlier. We, honestly, are a slightly above average side that has one of the league’s best players whose work has made up for our otherwise average run of form.
Our defense is inconsistent. One night, it can be Fort Knox. Another night, it’s a friggin’ wide open flood gate.
I love our boys. I’m a season ticket holder from day 1. I’m a die hard fan. But, I know we have problems. And those problems will continue this week.
It was at this moment of me verbalizing my observations that I realized San Julius was next to me. She nodded, took two steps to the left, and stopped.
Yes, my dear, I agree.
El FC 0-2 I Can Only Imagine What It’s Like To Live In A Place That Doesn’t Need AC FC
P.S.: Both San Julius and I hope to be wrong but we see no change of course at this moment.