Screw the Denton Diablos. Chupacabras take the 3-4 loss in our home opener, but scored the first goal in franchise history and got gritty at the end to nearly push it to overtime. Lots of flying around, lots of hustle, couple of weird bounces, just the right amount of yellow cards, and a stone cold penalty kick save from our goalie. My Jankee Roots Bike Gang brother, Amos, informed me about 80% of those hit the net. A soccer coach for decades, it's good to have him in the stands for inquiries, thoughts, and other futbol nuances.
Food trucks and remnants of a pre-party when we arrived hot and sweaty on our bikes. Evidently, Tupps ran out of beer, which was a good sign. Word was a white SUV on the edge of the parking lot had beer, and so they did (we owe that dude, Amos). Division 80 busting out on stage, kids kicking miniature soccer balls around, teal everywhere, Chupacabras flags and scarfs. The whiff of culture.
We'll get there, 0-2 on the season, #11 and #9 were standouts. Our defense had a major lapse early in the 2nd half as the Diablos scored 4 unanswered goals in the first 20 minutes. Our coach made player adjustments and we tightened up, especially after he loudly berated a player for walking. "You don't wanna be here?!?" he screamed, rhetorically. The thousands in the crowd were loud and proud, security was tight, the Star Spangled Banner was starry, the sunset set was nice.
