Call me a soccer snob. Promise, I’ve been called worse. But, when the best players in the world are playing in Europe and available on my laptop, phone and TV with minimal effort, I’m going to spend my soccer-watching time tuned in across the pond.
Then Caleb Porter was named the coach of the Portland Timbers and things changed, and remained the same.
A native Oregonian, I love my Portland. We have the Blazers. I love the Blazers.
That was it until the Timbers came to town a few years ago, but I could not bring myself to actively follow a team led by Kenny Cooper. Porterball has changed all that. Porterball and watching the Timbers Army consistently create the best environment in all of sports has made me a believer and a fan.
I’m loyal. I’m fickle…. As a girl in her (late) 20s living in New York City for the second time in 3 years, none of this should be especially surprising. My Saturdays and Sundays are still filled with EPL and I can rattle off the Premier League table and Manchester United’s upcoming fixtures far easier than I can relay the same information on the domestic MLS.
HOWEVER, this playoff run has me hooked. I want my Timbers to rebound from a 4-2 deficit to beat Real Salt Lake and knock those pesky Utah dwellers (and Idaho wannabes) out of the quest for the cup. I wish the away goals counted for double, so we would be going into a home game on even footing. Then simultaneously am grateful it isn’t applied or the Seattle series would have been a different beast in the final moments.
All of this to say… There’s no pity in the rose city. Rose city ‘til I die.
Let’s go Timbers… give this town a reason to party like it’s 1977