Last night was an odd sort of an event for me and for the Green and White Army here in Portland.
Our well-liked character of an original coach is gone, fallen to those same troubles. Any hopes for glory in the league or the Open Cup vanished far back in midsummer.
My own hope was that we would not disgrace ourselves as we had the previous match against Seattle.
But incredibly, improbably, on a screaming golazo from captain Jack Jewsbury, the Portland Timbers won at B.C. Place and won the 2012 Cascadia Cup, the local derby for bragging rights among the Pacific Northwest soccer clubs.
But that is for tomorrow, and sufficient to the day is the evil thereof.
Today is just for pure, unexpected, ridiculous joy.