I was brought in this world 1962, I didn't have much choice you see.
But by the time I was eight, I could tell it was too late.
I was already barking up the wrong tree.
When I was in school you thought I was a fool, in trouble, breaking all the rules.
I was absent from class, my daddy spanked my bare ass,
But I sure tried hard to be cool!
- "Born to Lose", Social Distortion
Two bad teams, meeting. It's one of those matches that I'm sure the rest of the MLS would rather never see -- but at least we're still here to watch and cover it. And there's a lot of jobs on the line -- the least of which the coach. Whatever side you fall on that debate, everyone is under the microscope. And all while we have the chance to end a few playoff runs. How much fun is that?
But Philly, with whatever chances they have left (they're only five points ahead) still have a few weapons -- remember that ex-phenom Freddy Adu? Oh he's still there. Ditto the Farfan brothers (just one of them though, Gabriel Farfan is out with an injury, leaving his brother Michael), Jack McInerney, young Chandler Hoffman and Porfirio Lopez, and so on.
Sure, they don't have Danny Califf or Faryd Mondragon (both given away cheaply, for reasons we still don't know much of...) any more -- but we don't have Ashtone Morgan. We also don't have our DPs, but we do potentially have Eric Hassli, and yes, believe it -- the Terry Dunfield is back, fresh as a daisy from riding the bench in Panama City (thank you Stephen Hart!). And also Dicoy Williams and Ryan Johnson! Oh, and there's Darren O'Dea.
My goodness, what's happening?! Is there a team that's on its way to joining us in the land of futility? Is that even possible? Well...both teams are not playoff bound, so let's not delude ourselves. It's another basement bowl. Either way, join us in between your EPL fixes for pre- and in-game commentary from your favourite WTR writers who aren't at the game.
It ain't glam, but the bad kids are always the coolest...it's one of those strange things in life. Let's make this cool, shall we? We might suck, but the least Paul Mariner can do is make us look cool while we do it