We got a 1-1 draw. Getting closer to a road win, Timbers! And I enjoyed myself in non-soccer ways, too: explaining my Trek in the Park T-shirt to a patron who hadn't heard of it before, appreciating how one Spirit of '77 server could win in a Martha Quinn lookalike contest (yes, I'm a member of the first MTV generation) and also playing some rounds of basketball hoop-shooting. I also laughed ruefully at how the Spirit of '77's receipts include the message "Both Teams Played Hard." I'll explain later why that's funny to me.
Anyway, I got out, saw a good game, better appreciated how quickly a soccer game can change so that there's so much the players have to be ready for when playing, and felt better. After the bar, I went downtown for a bus ride back to my neighborhood (the easier option that time of night) and visited briefly at Big-Ass Sandwiches to say hi to its late-night Saturday crew. Then home. Now sleep. Or at least soon sleep. If I fell to sleep now it would