Everywhere, cotton-candy pink jerseys.
On the sidewalks that led to Half Street SW, sold by the weekend entrepreneurs shouting “Messi! Messi! Messi!” who were willing to let them go for $30 new with tags. And duplicated on body after body inside Audi Field, on the soccer fans who showed up and tried to mute any buyer’s remorse by wearing their audaciously loud shirts.
The mass of pink at D.C. United’s home match against Inter Miami symbolized what greatness looks like. The jerseys sold and worn were all for one man. But only he can pull off that color better than everyone’s favorite “Ken,” and he wasn’t on the pitch Saturday afternoon.