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An Afternoon, A Full Tank of Gas, Chapter 5

Portland to Seattle to watch the Timbers play against the Seattle Sounders. The “Daring Incredible Mission!” Chapter!

Seattle Bound!

175 miles. 3ish-4ish hours or so. It was me driving, Dave: Who Demands Beer, and two good friends and fierce Timbers Army gals, Diane and Amy.

This time, ride was less for drive than for the destination, as we were accompanying scores of other Portlanders to watch the Timbers play the Seattle Sounders at Qwest Field. We could tell who were the Timbers fans heading north on I-5 because they had Oregon plates, soccer scarves, and either a mohawk or green hair.

I’m new to this soccer hooliganism, and I might be a little dim, but I’m beginning to understand there’s a little a rivalry between the Portland Timbers and the Seattle Sounders. Here’s the lyrics to one of many delightful Timbers Army Chants. To the tune of Oh My Darling Clementine:

“Build a bonfire, build a bonfire
Put Seattle at the top
Put Vancouver in the middle
And we’ll burn the fucking lot!”

There’s a rivalry with Vancouver too. I’ve never been to there. I bet it’s a lovely city. But they suck also. Boo, Vancouver! I’m totally on my way to being a soccer hooligan!

We got to Seattle and went to Pike’s Place. And we needed beer. Immediately.

This is Diane and Amy. And the beer that they drank.

We needed to press on to the stadium. I could hear the Timbers Army chants in traffic as we approached the giant walls of Qwest Field.

Smells Like Garlic

Qwest Field is big and shiny and new. To an outsider n00b like me, the stadiums are a interesting way to compare the differences between the cities of Seattle and Portland. In Seattle, stadium(s) are gleaming and state-of-the-art. It’s a big, impressive facility. It shows Seattle’s effort to be a world-class city.

I’m sure some residents of Oregon wish for grand stadiums and more national sports. PGE Park in Portland, formerly known as Civic Stadium, has been in use since 1926. It’s been renovated, but it’s small and scrappy and historic. It’s intimate and authentic. It speaks of the games of old. And it seems to flip the bird to the idea of being world class.

There was quite a show of support in Seattle from The Rose City.

Timber Army in Seattle

I’m not sure what the exact number was, but it seemed like an easy 500 Timbers fans in the stands. There were 3 buses that made the trek up. In addition to all the cars that drove. The Sounders fans were all the way down on the other side of the field. And I dare say, there were fewer of them. In their own house. Tsk tsk.

The game was a draw, and neither team scored, but even that is cause for relief. It’s not a loss. Away games are hard.  Here’s a better write up of the game.  Because, you know, I’m just a girl.  I say things like “Kick the ball!”

Here’s the team saying goodnight to The Army after the game.

You may notice a woman’s guttural wild animal scream about 15 seconds in. I am told that this may have been one of our car-ride companions. From the sound, I don’t care to be more specific, as I might be wrong, and it might cause me to be pounded flat. These soccer gals ARE NOT MESSING AROUND.

The ride home hurt a little, since I was trying to: 1. Stay Awake 2. Stay Between The Lines, and 3. Not Kill Us Or Anyone Else. I was able to do all three of these things.

So you know, as they say, MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

An Afternoon, A Full Tank of Gas:

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four

Comments

  1. Meredith says

    Looks like quite the following from Portland. Go Revolution!!! Or something

  2. Yep that was Amy screaming. I’m not nearly as fierce.

  3. For the record, the the Bonfire chant is

    put WANKouver in the middle

    as you were.

    ~n

  4. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! timberz4LIFE son.

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