Saturday, August 27, 2016

[D.C. Untied 19] D.C. United vs New York Red Bulls, August 21, 2016

Picking up the story from where I left off in the last post. I’d just gone to the Q&A on Tuesday evening, the 16th of August.


I was still in the process of emerging from jet lag as the week finally rolled into Friday. I’d made it through. And my reward was that one Mr. Steve Birnbaum (the “Pear Tree,” as my Dad calls him) was going to be doing a little autograph signing in the Wells Fargo right by my apartment building. I have no idea what sort of sponsorship Wells Fargo has with D.C. United but I will say this: I’d never have had a reason to set foot in a Wells Fargo without the lure of an autograph from Six Thirty Birnie himself.

The event was set to take place from 4:00 to 5:30 p.m. Not wanting to seem too eager, I showed up at the cool, way more casual time of 4:05. A couple of the bank staff were outside with signs and a balloons and they seemed excited to see me. “I’m here for that,” I said, pointing to their sign.

“Just walk right through to the back,” said the Wells Fargo staffer. “He’s really nice.”

As advertised, when I’d threaded my way through the tiny bank branch, there was Steve “Big Time” Birnbaum standing and chatting with a couple and doting on their baby. All the jokey comments I was going to zing him with about making sure his ladyfriend kept those preppy photo shoots coming flew out of my head. My stomach started to hurt and I could feel myself beginning to flush. I was star struck.


Monday, August 22, 2016

[D.C. Untied 18] D.C. United vs Portland Timbers, August 13, 2016

YES I'm back! My jet lag is swiftly falling away and I should have the second part of this up in the next day or so. For the four or five of you who read this. Heh. Comments are welcome, feel free to message me or tweet at me or whatever. I know I don't always get everything right and I know that there's a lot I don't know about soccer and being a supporter but I'm learning. Slowly learning. I've also been told by certain people they don't care if I use their names. If you are one of those people who doesn't care if I use your name, let me know. I try to err on the side of caution and privacy but am happy to attribute quips at my expense where credit is due.

“You look like a zombie.”

That was how Tim greeted me at the District Ultras tailgate on Saturday. I had nothing to say in response. It was a fair assessment. He’d been watching me slowly shuffle my way across Lot 8 towards the river. I’d even downed a cancer-giving Red Bull--before setting foot on sacred RFK ground, thank you very much--but it was no use. I felt like a zombie. I’d been back in the United States for less than 24 hours and the only thing capable of powering my beyond-fatigued corpse was the thought of being back in section 127 cheering for D.C. United.


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