'Tis the season

As my wife and I unpacked our Christmas decorations last night, I realized that this time of year has arrived without nearly as much fan-fare and circumstance as last year. Yet it is here nonetheless. I am as anxious as a school-boy hoping for a bicycle on Christmas morn. I am as calm as a light snowfall in a crisp winter evening. I am as hungry as a lion, waiting to pounce on unsuspecting prey.

It's playoff time.

The playoffs have caught us in a tired and sullen state. We have started this playoff slate with our worst ever performance in our brief but storied playoff history. But, as surely as the seasons will turn to winter and it will once again be time for Christmas, our boys will rally from this half-time deficit of 2-1 to prove to the world that we are the best team in the MLS. To all those who may be wavering in the situation, here is my cry:

Hold your ground! Hold your ground! Sons of Kreis, of Beckerman. My brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me! A day may come, when the courage of Andy fails, when we forsake Findley and he breaks all bonds of his contract, but it is not this day! An hour of chasing and shattered supporters shields when the age of RSL comes crashing down! But it is not this day! THIS DAY WE FIGHT! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you, stand, men of the West!

Travel is complete

Perhaps the sweetest pic I've ever been in. Lived out of a bag for 3
days, didn't shave, wore the same shirt for 3 days, and rode the plane
home with the MVP of the MLS Cup!! Syck.

We did it

We are the champions. We've always been the best team in the league,
but now everyone else knows it.

Taken the field

The players have taken the field. I took these from our nosebleed
seats where the supporters are sitting.

Stadium

Here we are in the stadium.

Best sign

Here is the best sign.

Signs...

2nd best sign I've seen. I'll try to get the best in a minute.