So wait, nobody wins?

Saturday night I happened upon some free tix to an LA Galaxy game. I thought to myself, "Oh hey, that's the team with that David Beckham guy that Hailey is always talking about. Hmm, wait a minute, she sure talks about him a lot. Like a LOT. Wait a minute."

In any event I decided it would make for an entertaining evening. After battling the ever-so-fun-to-drive 405, we finally arrived at the Home Depot Center. And by finally arrived I mean we were escorted to the nearest parking facility which just so happened to be closer to Colorado than the stadium.

So we hoofed it. Finally, we arrived.

ME: Hey Mike, what entrance has our tickets?

MIKE: Southwest.

ME: Awesome.

MIKE: What?

ME: We just walked all the way to the Northeast entrance.

MIKE: Awesome.

Around the stadium we went. Eventually, we got in. The stadium was abuzz with excitement. And as the game progressed, I think I was probably one of the most excited people there. I even got this comment from someone in our party. "Hey, Steve. You are the only one standing up. You can probably sit down now."



What can I say? I got into it. And this Beckham dude that Hailey talks about so much was the real deal. The game was intense. We had headers, yellow cards, slide tackles, monster kicks, collisions, the works! They brought a tied score right down to the wire. Right down to the final second of play. And then...

Then...

It was over?

No overtime?

No kick off?

That's it? It's just a tie? We're to go home now? It's two to two. Who won? I'm supposed to walk all the way back to my car now? Really? Everyone is cool with this? Shouldn't we have some sort of sudden death or something? Arm wrestle? Anything? We're all cool with this, really?

"Steve, the game is over. Go. C'mon, move. We're leaving."