A forward scored.
The defense didn’t derp. (Well, mostly didn’t derp, and when they did they weren’t punished for it, as we’ll see.)
As a result, the Portland Thorns took three points off Washington on the road.
I want to be thrilled about this. I want to be sunshine and sparkles and unicorns dancing on rainbows. I want to say that this is the beginning of Glorious Summer, that all the clouds that loured o’er our Thorns’ house are in the deep bosom of Great Seneca Creek buried.
But I can’t quite yet.