And then everything went black
All you who criticized Bruce Arena, said the game had passed him by, said he relied too much on old veterans...all you who said Dema Kovalenko was a one-dimensional hack...all you who said there was no way Ricketts or Berhalter would make it through the whole season...all you who said that Beckham and Donovan couldn't work together...all you who said a team starting two rookies in the back line couldn't win...well, where are you now? All these naysayers and non-believers - where are you now? Huh? Yeah, that's right. Looks like SOMEONE owes the Galaxy an apology. I'm guessing no one before the season predicted a Galaxy-Salt Lake final. Houston and Chicago fans are en

We Don't Need no Stinking Scoring
Right about now is probably a good time to start yet another serious discussion of finding a better way to determine a winner in a soccer match of enormous magnitude besides the dreaded PK shootout. Someplace else. Not that I'm a fan of the thing - far from it. It's just that the gut punch delivered to the Fire and their fans last night after 120 minutes of emotion, drama and desire seems worthy of something more than just another tedious discussion of the rules of the game. For now, well, this stuff is why we hold playoffs: Have a great season but hit a dry patch at the wrong time and you go home with the Shield and some "W

Hickory, Dickory, Dock
Pity poor Don Garber. No, not because he has to put up with reporters all the time; he handles himself pretty well amongst the unwashed, freeloading, neck-plastic wearing keyboard bangers of the world: YouTube- Don Garber comments nd gets into shouting match with reporter

ACC Men's Tournament
Virginia kept playing until Wake Forest imploded in the penalty kick shootout NC State scored in the seventh minute and held on against Boston College Final is at 1pm ET on Sunday

Putting my finger on "Soccernomics"
So I promised my wife I wouldn't swear as much these days, for fear that our child will one day greet her preschool teacher as a Saracen pig-dog. Fine, I thought, the Chivas series is over, I can take the pledge. Then I read something in the new book, "We're Ripping Off Freakonomics," by Simon and Stefan, that really frosted my cupcakes. It was one sentence, but it was sentence from the pits of Hell itself. Nothing would do for it but to summon a vocabulary of such rage, venom and filth that would make D.H. Lawrence scratch his testicles in horror. No, it wasn't the chapter on which national team overachieves the most. Sure, the answer to that is "Who