Monday, December 07, 2015


My beloved Portland Timbers are the 2015 Champions of professional soccer in the U.S.

There really isn't more to be said, but, being who I am, I will say more after I've taken some time to simply sit and smile. In September this team seemed headed out of contention altogether. Today they are the champions. This season has been a ridiculous, improbable dream and, as such, perhaps all the more wonderful. I will have some thoughts later, but for now, the taste of victory is sweet.


Ael said...

Is it congratulations or best wishes?

FDChief said...

All the above. While not precisely at "Curse of the Bambino" level Portland has developed a rep as "never quite good enough", especially in contrast to the Fishing Village to the North (whose supporters never fail to rub in that their boys have been in playoff contention every season since promotion to the bigs in 2009...).

So to Lord it over the ECS and Gorilla FC as the first Cascadia side to actually WIN the Big Casino adds a piquant bouquet of shadenfreude to the taste of Victory...

Anonymous said...

Your description of Portland's sports woes is similar to the KC Royals story. So Every Dog has its day, and happy to see your team triumph.

As for me, the Royal's Series win was fun to watch, but I had stopped watching baseball years ago. I know I sound like a hypocrite, only watching when they win, but your lengthy record of fandom deserves to be rewarded.


FDChief said...

I still remember the Phillies-Royals series of 1980. Epic. I was home alone on the afternoon of Game 6 and I remember vividly being literally on my knees in front of the television begging McGraw to strike out Wilson and leaping up screaming when he did.

I've stopped following baseball as well in favor of soccer...but I can remember the feeling of the 1985 series when the Royals got revenge and beat the Cards. Helluva series.

nundanket said...

That's one hell of a beard that bloke's got. Looks like Barbarosa.

Congratulations on the championship. From a follower of a Fishing Village Way Way to the East, starved of any kind of success for nearly 18 years.