When the Philadelphia Union started to hit their stride and move up the standings over the summer, I was hesitant to jump on the hype train because it all felt so familiar: poor start, a winning streak in the summer, a stumble down the stretch and a finish somewhere between sixth and eighth place.
That changed for me when they beat New York City FC at home in one of the most attractively complete performances I can remember seeing a Union team put together. The team was winning games like they had at times before, but in a way that rivaled any group of players to ever wear the blue and gold.