My beloved Timbers are not having a good July.
First the original first-division coach got the sack a couple of weeks back.
That wasn't entirely unexpected. John Spencer, good man that I believe he was, simply wasn't coaching for the 21st Century. His "tactics" seemed to be designed to see how much like the St. Mirren side that barely avoided relegation to Scottish Division 2 in 1963 we could play. Direct, naive, crude...that was Spenny. Nice guy; funny commercial. Just not ready for U.S. first-division prime-time.
His replacement was this guy.
So when the owner put him in place of Spencer I have to admit that my hopes weren't...high.
But I really didn't expect anything like this.
Now let me say this; I still love my Timbers. There's a song we sing after the enemy scores; "Rose City 'Til I Die, Rose City 'Til I Die, I Know I Am, I'm Sure I Am, Rose City 'Til I Die."
But it hurts. It hurts to see them play like this.
Onward, Rose City!