What the Hell Did I Just Watch?

I'm tempted to try a match reaction post for DC's sad, sad loss to Dallas. I think that maybe, just maybe, I could crawl out of this pit of misery to offer a few words, maybe not of hope, maybe not of explanation, but perhaps of consolation. But what would be the point? I try my best in those posts to outline what I saw from a soccer standpoint. Sometimes you agree with me, sometimes you don't. That's cool. I like that the game lends itself to different interpretations and sparks discussion.

But the hour or so of the match that I did get to see (did MLS put Onalfo in charge of Matchday Live streaming?) didn't contain a whole lot of soccer, at least by my definition. What I saw was a lot of guys racing about, throwing themselves into challenges, getting stretched out of any semblance of shape. I saw the ball given away in every manner that it can be. I saw violence and retribution, huffing and puffing, and precious little quality. I can go out to the park tomorrow and see that.

I wish I had something else to offer, but I don't. This is a pathetic excuse for a team, and an even more pathetic excuse for a front office. Folks ought to be falling on their swords left and right, but are they? Nope. They're tossing players under the bus, throwing up a Benny-shaped shield, kicking a club legend in the teeth, and pretty much pissing all over the trophy case while prattling on about "tradition" and "fighting for the shirt."

I'm tired. I'm disgusted. It's August, and I'm tempted to start a post series on who goes on the protected list for the expansion draft this offseason...

But what would be the point?