Can you coin that perfect epitaph to put on the tombstone of this most miserable of US soccer years?
How about: [with apologies to some Mississippi hack]
"Here lies the Mausoleum of all our USMNT hopes and desires, said Brucey. I give it to you not that you may remember Good Times, but that you might forget them now for all moments and not spend your breath trying to reconquer them. Because no Big Match is ever won by Yanks, he said. They are not even fought. The Field of Play reveals to us only our folly and despair, and Victory is the Illusion of Columbia Profs and Fools."
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Why is this the most miserable of US soccer years? They haven't given up?
It is a long and sad story, MFT, beginning with the Arrogance of The Bruce leading to the Nirenberg Trial, followed by the Ghanaing in the Gutter and the Long Trail home, followed by the Death of the Captain, the Fall into the Ratings Abyss, the Days of Rainless drought in the Sargasso Sea of Despair, and Culminating in the Nein of Siegfried in the Twilight of the Idles's before the Gotterdamerung. But you would have to be a soccer aficionad to appreciate all that exquisite agony. And ye Ice Hockey types are not known for such appreciation.
Now that you understand it, tell it to JJ
AA, I'll be sure to pass it along to JJ. I would've sooner, but I've been too busy with curling, and packing up my apartment.
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