Summary of an exchange I had many times last night:
“What’d you do earlier today – parade?”
“No I was over at the Red Bulls game. Good time.”
“Oh yeah, who won?”
“Zero-zero.”
And then I’d get that look. Half sympathetic, as if the result indicated that I’d wasted an afternoon out in Jersey. Half confused – how can they let things end in a tie?
Yet anyone who watched yesterday knows the score was not at all indicative of the quality or pace of the game. Journey, not destination, right? A few thoughts this morning after an up-tempo, chippy, thoroughly entertaining contest in Harrison.









