Monday, August 22, 2016

[D.C. Untied 18] D.C. United vs Portland Timbers, August 13, 2016

YES I'm back! My jet lag is swiftly falling away and I should have the second part of this up in the next day or so. For the four or five of you who read this. Heh. Comments are welcome, feel free to message me or tweet at me or whatever. I know I don't always get everything right and I know that there's a lot I don't know about soccer and being a supporter but I'm learning. Slowly learning. I've also been told by certain people they don't care if I use their names. If you are one of those people who doesn't care if I use your name, let me know. I try to err on the side of caution and privacy but am happy to attribute quips at my expense where credit is due.

“You look like a zombie.”

That was how Tim greeted me at the District Ultras tailgate on Saturday. I had nothing to say in response. It was a fair assessment. He’d been watching me slowly shuffle my way across Lot 8 towards the river. I’d even downed a cancer-giving Red Bull--before setting foot on sacred RFK ground, thank you very much--but it was no use. I felt like a zombie. I’d been back in the United States for less than 24 hours and the only thing capable of powering my beyond-fatigued corpse was the thought of being back in section 127 cheering for D.C. United.


Monday, July 11, 2016

[D.C. Untied 17] Philadelphia Union vs D.C. United, July 9, 2016

“What the actual fuck!” Halftime at Talen Energy Stadium in Chester, Pennsylvania, and I was furious. It’d been 46 minutes of terrible soccer from D.C. United, compounded by a terrible ref who had handed away two penalty kicks to the Philadelphia Union, which they had promptly converted to a two goal lead over us.

“Two penalty kicks? TWO?” I looked around hoping to unleash my exasperation at somebody but the D.C. United section is emptying out, heading down towards the concourse to get more beer and maybe use the bathroom.

Defeated, I collapsed into my seat and closed my eyes. The breeze from the Delaware River hit the back of my neck. It felt nice. High above the playing field in the away fans section, I hoped for something--anything--positive from United in the second half. After all, hadn’t I just watched Montreal come back from behind and beat the Revs 3-2 last weekend?


Wednesday, June 22, 2016

[D.C. Untied 14-15] Part 2: Houston Dynamo vs D.C. United, June 18, 2016

The next day, Thursday, I left for Houston, Texas, where D.C. United were going to be playing the Houston Dynamo on Saturday night at BBVA Compass Stadium.


Monday, June 20, 2016

[D.C. Untied 14-15] Part 1: D.C. United vs Fort Lauderdale Strikers, June 15, 2016

Each 0-0 draw is its own unique plot point existing somewhere in between a win and a loss. Watching D.C. United’s B-team take on the Fort Lauderdale Strikers for 120 minutes of scoreless soccer felt like a loss even before we went on to actually lose during penalty kicks. Watching a D.C. United A-team that was missing not only 2015’s top scorer but 3 other goal scorers of an already low-scoring 2016 grind out a 0-0 draw against the Houston Dynamo--earning a road point on a swampy June evening--felt much closer to victory.


Sunday, June 5, 2016

[D.C. Untied 13] D.C. United vs Seattle Sounders, June 1, 2016

The early summer evening couldn’t have been more ideal. A light breeze, the soft glow of twilight. There was more of a crowd than I’d expected for a random Wednesday night game against a West Coast opponent. I hadn’t realized how popular the Seattle Sounders were until surrounded by a sea of their puke green jerseys. I felt a bit self-conscious, having come right from work, still dressed in my work clothes and wearing no D.C. United gear whatsoever. Thanks to the new security restrictions, we are no longer allowed to bring in bags large enough to fit a change of clothes and, alas, I can’t wear my Birnbaum jersey to the office. But the unease passed as soon as I’d settled in, Tecate in hand, to watch the teams warm up. With the District Ultras still sitting out the first half of home games in protest, I’d taken to sitting in random seats behind the Screaming Eagles section, just like my brother and I used to do before I was really a fan.


Friday, June 3, 2016

GSploitation: THE TIGERS in HANAYAKA NARU SHOUTAI

In the two years since I wrote about the first Tigers film I’ve watched the second Tigers film 『ザ・タイガース 華やかなる招待』(The Tigers Hanayakanaru Shoutai; The Tigers Fabulous Invitation, December 1968; referenced as the title of a Pizzicato Five song apparently!) numerous times and enjoyed it more each time through. For those who don’t remember and don’t want to read the first piece again, the short version is the Tigers are Julie (vocals), Sally (bass), Taro (guitar/band leader), Toppo (lead guitar and sometimes lead vocals), and Pi (pronounced “Pee”, drums). The Tigers were high school friends from Kyoto and were massive music fans, kicking around the dance club scene in Kyoto and nearby Osaka. They were encouraged formed a band by the president of the official Beatles fanclub of Osaka who they met waiting to see a gig. She scoffed at them and said, “Y’all are men, ain’t you? Make your own band.” She later also became president of the Tigers fan club. The Tigers were very young when they got their break in 1967 and in 1968 when 『華やかなる招待』(Fabulous Invitation) was filmed and released, they were all about 21-22 years old.

(L-R: Sally, Pi, Julie, Toppo, Taro)


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