Damn it! I sure would have loved to play that Chicago Fire--you know, the 10-man version. "Ten men?" you ask, "but I don't recall any red cards last night?" Ah, but you did notice that great big Costa Rican dead weight that the Fire were dragging about like a giant albatross? Why, oh why, didn't we get to face the prospect of Wanchope up top for Chicago? He was a big, slow, useless backheeling machine out there--churning out lost possession after lost possession. Besides winning a few headers, he did absolutely nothing bar sabotaging any promising Chicago attack. Couple the mysterious inclusion of Wanchope with dumping their best pure predator, Chris Rolfe, into midfield again, and it's no wonder Chicago got blanked.