It was the best of times (Robbie Rogers makes history). It was the worst of times (a first half that does not deserve coverage). It was the age of wisdom (as Sounders welcomed Rogers back to the league). It was the age of foolishness (as Sounders earned cards for rash violence). It was the epoch of belief (in Alonso's importance). It was the epoch of incredulity (there's no way Seattle is this bad?). It was the season of Light (all three DPs started). It was the season of Darkness (blown out by the Galaxy again). It was the spring of hope (at least there are two more games this week). It was the winter of despair (my god, there are two more games this week). We had everything before us (those two four goals scored games showed potential). We had nothing before us (another sign that the Galaxy are and were better). We were all going direct to Heaven (that direct play attack was so good). We were all going direct the other way (six goals given up in the past two played) - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
Riding highs and lows is part of fandom. Our kingdom is one of the highest of highs with six match unbeaten runs and then a resounding arm bar to the throat that takes out our hope of making May the greatest of months. As good as Seattle was in the past two matches they were that poor, the poorest in the league at generating shots, against the LA Galaxy.
There were no bright spots for the Rave Green, unless it was the behavior before and during the match as it relates to Rogers. Nothing else was positive. A defense that is normally stout instead was picked apart like second breakfast, and first lunch. In fact the Galaxy ate whatever they wanted.
The score was four-nil, but that was only due to the generosity of the post and mistakes from LA.
It was the worst of times.