El desastre estúpido grande
There will be a tendency in certain corners of the internets to declare last night's travesty to be absolute proof that the team is doomed, nothing good could possibly come from this season, and that, like a leaking submarine plunging to the depths of the ocean floor, the future of DCU is spelled "FISHFOOD."
Such hyperbolic ravings would be premature and wrongheaded. It was only one game, the conditions were bad, the defense was cobbled-together, and they were playing in the outfield of a minor league baseball stadium. Give them some slack.
With that out of the way, however, you cannot deny what passed before our eyes. One team looked like a fit and well-drilled professional sports organization that was hungry to start a new season. The other team was DC United.