Attentive Redleg Nation readers might remember my initial reservations about a professional soccer team in town—not that I feared it, but that I didn’t know what to do with it, exactly.
It’s an odd position we’re in here with the soccer people heaving themselves and their orange lion in the middle of our lives. Is this the historical first heartbeats of a two-century team, or are we going to–in the tradition of the 2019 Reds–beam lovingly and hopefully upon it only to be abandoned in the end?
The franchise was created out of whole cloth.