For the past couple of weeks I have been fully swept up in a Portland Timbers wonder land. I’ve written a bit about it but being at the games, singing and clapping and chanting has been so much fun. This past weekend we said good bye to long time supporter and genuinely amazing lady who is chiefly responsible for the Timbers Army not being a hooligan mono-culture. It was an emotional scene with bag pipes playing Amazing Grace and her seat filled with roses. The game had an added depth to it and the Timbers held off the previously undefeated Salt Lake team.
There is a game today that I won’t be going to and it seems foreign to me even though I have only been going to games for the last month. It’s a play in game for the US Open Cup and with family in town and a busy month of May we decided to watch the game from home. Seems like a simple decision but waking up this morning I feel like I haven’t finished my homework and my paper is due. This is how much this soccer team has invaded my life. The other day I was telling Beautiful about what kind of tattoo I would get after years of saying there was no way I would ever get ink on me. A friend of mine has already started drawing up axes and rose designs.
Since I’m not going to the game today I brought my sister in law and nephew to Jeld-Wen field and watched the team practice for a while. I told them who every player was while they politely nodded and tried to get away. Right now the balance is tipped a little to far towards the Timbers but hopefully missing this game shows at least a desire to find the middle.