So Sean filled in for me on MLS Hatewatch last week; it was my birthday and I was going to be too deep in a drunken stupor to log on to Major League Soccer Soccer Dot Com. Getting the weekend off on the annual occasion of my entrance into this awful and broken world was a lovely gift indeed.
But last weekend, and this lengthy offseason, also broke my heart. Because it offered a vision of a life where I don’t have to watch MLS games and write about them just to spare you, gentle reader, the indignity and embarrassment of doing that yourself.