Saturday Andrea and I showed up early to the sporting kc game. We got the seats that we wanted because we were way early. It was very hot. I was sad that the D.C. United Kits (jerseys) now don't have the Volkswagon logo on the front. My dad shows up and it drops 10 degrees. He is struggling with broken ribs because a Combine fell on him. Kansas City looks so good early on. Then it all went in the pooper. I like to think that since they had to travel to Mexico they drank bad water and all were sick. They got their asses handed to them in a sporting basket. I had fun and I yelled at people. We had a great photo bomb by two sporting workers. Classic Sporting.
The Cauldron was singing and made it a point to cheer even though they were getting hammered. Great show Cauldron. Championship level team from fans to players to front office. After that Andrea and I hung out in the grass and I played Matchbox 20 on guitar. I also had my shirt off. It was glorious and awesome. Glorisome.
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