But I will be there.
From my mountain abode, I will walk a mile in snow to the mountain's foot, and I will take my corolla out on 50. I will spend a rare day in DC, spend money that I won't have for very long, probably sit in on an open rehearsal of Henry IV part 1 (didn't see that coming, did you) and will take in a city I will one day be able to afford.
Then, when I am done walking the majesty I still feel in this place, I will drive. I will drive to the thunder dome of forlorn concrete that seems even dingier through the windshield. But even if the stadium is dying, there is life pumping through every car in the parking lot. There is life in this fanbase, even if the team is laid low by pestilence. I will probably pee where all the derelicts go, the bushes, and make my way through the tailgaiting, and enter the colossus.
I sit in the chair I can afford, then move. Cuz duh.
I will watch the teams practice, and wince at any shot that goes wide. I try to tell myself, they'll make it in the run of play, but that's always a thin hope. DeLeon will do something that makes me like him more. The Crew will probably seem more sharp in practice, but that's just paranoia- I hope. Oh God, I hope they win.
But this game, this opener, does not matter. Not the result anyway. Because I made it to DC on a Saturday, and I bought the damn beer, and I'm watching my friends who I've never actually met in person over in the Barra Brava section, way across the field. And damn it, I'll feel at home.
Vamos United is not strong enough a term for how I feel about this team, and, because of the blog, even more so, these fans. Let us drink to the soccer gods- because they aint got shit on us. Vamos United.