Keep Us Hanging Around

DC UNITED 2 : 2 NEW YORK RED BULLS

Dear New York Red Bulls,

You were pretty close. You had us down two-nil in our own stadium. By the half, I daresay even some of our enthusiastic supporters were starting to feel a little low. I mean, that Djorkaeff free kick was a thing of beauty. And then, only a few minutes later, when Perkins handed you another goal? Man, even I was a bit depressed. I mean, we made Alexi Lalas look like a genius for picking up Edson Buddle. And making Alexi look good is a tough job.

So there we were, at your mercy. And yet, like Khan, you couldn't kill us off. You keep...missing...the target! </shatner>. I mean, all you had to do was just not us back into the game. You had the numbers. You had the momentum. You had every advantage. We had nothing.

And then, Alecko Eskandarian comes in at the half, and ten minutes later hits a ridiculous volley into the net. I mean, it was sick the way he put that away. And suddenly, we had something. Sure, Facundo Erpen's goal only managed to level the score, and you walk out of RFK with a draw. But, like a bad villain, you couldn't put us away when you had the chance. Sure, you served notice that you can bring some pain of your own. But when everything was laid out for you to sever life support, you basically turned to your diminutive henchman and said "throw them into the shark pit." And somehow we managed to escape. Bruised? Yes. Bloodied? A bit.

But Alecko has found his scoring touch again. He's shooting and hitting. You started him up for us. Now we have a machine gun. Ho ho ho.