So, this weekend, my boys in the New England Revolution played in the MLS Cup final for the third time in five years. The last two cups went into overtime and resulted in eventual losses to the Los Angeles Galaxy (in addition, the 1999 US Open Cup was also against the Galaxy and was an overtime loss).
This weekend, the Revolution played against the Houston Dynamo, which was already a good sign since there was no need to battle the Galaxy bugaboo. The game was scoreless throughout the first ninety minutes and went into a second overtime period still scoreless until Taylor Twellman nutmeged a Dynamo defender and scored a goal. The Revs and their fans (out numbered since the game was in Texas), went nuts. The Revs hadn’t even managed to score a goal in any MLS Cup match, but were now ahead with only seven minutes left. What could possibly happen?
Well, 72 seconds later, a defensive breakdown allowed Dynamo forward Brian Ching to score, tying the game. The game went into a penalty kick shootout, always a crap shoot. The Revs lost on a miffed shot by Jay Heaps.
Anyway, the lesson here is not getting giddy about victories. Some can be very, very temporary, especially when you spend your time celebrating, getting full of yourself and forgetting how you got to the spot that let you get that victory in the first place.
I’m not thinking of any particular group of people here…