I was born a long time ago - a pickup game? Some larger guy pushing Dax down, making him stay down? Something like that - but I’ve found my appeal has become … more selective; it takes special evenings like tonight, like this sparkling Friday evening in the arena Dax called home for years ... tonight was special for Dax’s Impotent Rage. Tonight was my prom.
I mean, sitting on the bench? While the USA just flat-out bent the knee in midfield to Costa Rica? Down a goal at halftime, and two fouls committed? I settled into Dax’s stomach after the first goal, then got up in his throat when the Ticos’ 5-3-2 kept casually snuffing out the USA’s plodding, predictable attacks.