There is an old saying in American sports “Tying is like kissing your sister… No one really wins.” I had no idea the Galaxy had so many sisters. This weekend was a perfect example of that.
We had it! I mean I really thought this was the one. We had saved ourselves, like Cher in Clueless.
We were able to convince ourselves, despite the fact the Revs wanted to watch Spartacus, that this was the one we were waiting for… and then we found out the Rev’s were gay. And it broke my heart. Why did you have to be gay Revs?
With a 2-1 lead against the best team in the league, all we had to do was hold off the weariest legs in MLS. 10 games and 2 months win-less seemed to be in our rear view mirror. Then, like death and taxes, the Galaxy let us down. Yet I am able to find a small piece of solace, because in order to be let down I realize I must have been able to believe in the team. That alone is a statement that Bruce Arena may be making a difference. Because for the first time in a long time I started to believe in this team.
Now it’s time to play a game that we as Galaxy fans have become good at, The Blame Game. I believe that I have established a fairly good record of not calling out players in my articles here at ASR (Not including LMNF*). Yet the time has come to attach the Scarlett Letter upon one of our players.
That player is Steve Cronin. You sir denied us three points Saturday. This is a man’s league and Taylor Twellman understands that ethos. Hey Steve, see that box 18 yards out lined in white chalk? That is your temple. You cannot allow some dude in a jersey sized for a 12 year old and the head the size of a Jack-O-Lantern to enter your fortress of solitude and desecrate it. A player 5 inches your lesser and with worse starting position cannot be allowed to win that ball. And like all players who do not go into tackles strong, you have injured yourself. Please allow your broken finger to serve as a reminder that you must punish all sinners who would attempt to soil the sanctity of your soccer synagogue. Yes… I love alliteration.
Let Us Pray:
“Dear Lord, please allow us your most hated sons, the fans of the LA Galaxy, to find the strength to believe. And guide our team through the potholes of this terribly managed international calendar. Please grant Don Garber the wisdom to see that no league that wants the world’s respect can be taken seriously as long as we play games on international fixture dates. Please Lord, keep Cobi’s dreads supple and well conditioned. And lastly All Mighty, please upgrade LMNF’s* level of grace to at least that of one of those three legged dogs I see on the streets. In your name we pray…”
One-Liners:
-In other “Football” fantasy news I’m trying to trade Braylon Edwards and Matt Forte for Thomas Jones and Brandon Marshall. Think the guy will accept it?
-First person to comment below on what movie is being quoted in my title this week, wins… my repect. (Yes I know the quote is not exact.)
-Josh Wicks has a chance to become our soccer savior. I truly he hopes he comes in cocky and tries to make the #1 goal keeper spot his own.
-Saturday night I was wishing Matt Reis was still a Galaxy player. Then I watched him Tuesday night.
-How does Landon’s first goal Saturday night not end up even in contention for Goal of the Week. That is criminal. That was as clinical of an off-foot finish as you will see against a keeper that was being touted as an MVP candidate by the commentators.
-Luis Bueno has a wonderful article this week on the above mentioned MLS conflicts with the FIFA calendar.
My “Homer” Line-Up:
Pick 11 names out of a hat, you will probably beat me.
* Alan Gordon will now always be refered to as LMNF “Look Ma’ No Feet!”

This moment of nostalgia got me thinking “What kit were my Galaxy wearing the last time I was actually proud of my team?” The one jersey that makes me beam with pride when I see it has to be the 2002 version. Yes it is horribly Teal and probably even with Beckham’s name on it, it wouldn’t be popular, but it was our first. And everyone remembers their first. Like the Pinto-Stang was my first car, the ‘02 jersey was our first Championship. So it will always be special, for better or for worse.
I mean can you really fault the kid? There was a Chocolate River for god’s sake! Like Augustus, I don’t know where to start, there is just too much to choose from this week.


In what is sure to be a developing story, Galaxy fans across the globe have been done wrong by AEG. We as fans have put our money where our heart is, only to be taken advantage of. We pay more per ticket than any other team in the league. We pay outrageous parking costs. We can’t get a jersey in-stadium of any player other than Beckham. And we take more scrutiny in the press than any other team in the league.
Then Alexi decided to personally attack my post-wedding bliss. As I am packing to leave for Mex I remember I need to check and see that I Tivo my games for the week I’m gone. I knew the All Star Game was Thursday, so I set it up. Then I think, “Is there a Galaxy Game this weekend?” Luckily for me my Season Ticket Holder newsletter endorsed by Big Red himself had arrived that day, complete with the listing of the Galaxy’s remaining games. So I flip it open with pride (the kind of pride $1,800 in tickets buys you in LA), and quickly brush past the oh-so humble full front page over sized picture of Mr. Lalas himself and find the calendar. According to this sacred tomb of Galaxy lore, bearing the six inch stamp of Lalas approval, the next game wasn’t till the San Jose away game Aug. 3rd. Sweet!
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