If you asked me back in March or April if I would’ve taken a point from this came, I would’ve jumped at that. The Fire’s dismal start to the season was just beginning, and it wasn’t clear how long it would continue. (It’s still TBD, but we at least have a better grasp of the shape of things now than we did three months ago.)
Tonight, though, it sits uneasy in the gut. A point on the road against the Sounders, giving our dismal track record, is perfectly fine. In theory. But here’s the thing— we had them by the scruff of their kombucha-infused hipster necks.