“The history they speak of cannot be created by a league, but is instead created by the collective experience of supporters who are committed to and maintain the concept of a soccer club. The Sounders may not be the best team in the United States and have had a history filled with various starts and stops, but they’re certainly the most loved because of what they represent: the professional culmination of a sixty year love affair Seattle has had with soccer.”
A year ago today I quit my job In Seattle, and Snowpocalypse 2010 began. It was awesome. Seriously.
Sitting in our apartment on Queen Anne Avenue, watching cars slide down the icy hill. Some of the best memories I have with my wife are from those few days we were prevented from travelling any further than we could walk.
2,700 miles hasn’t seperated me from obsessing over the Seattle Sounders. I’ll be honest in that it kinda surprises me. I thought that being back in Alabama and removed from attending home matches and watching away matches at my favorite bar with my wife would lessen some of the obsession for SSFC as well. It hasn’t. Being this far away has only solidified my love for the
Portland Free Kick
Montero Fancy Feet at Vancouver
O’Brian White’s first goal for Seattle Sounders FC (I was at this match – the only one I was able to attend this year – and this happened right in front of our section)
The goal is nice. The celebration is even better.
Ah, Almost Live. Their skits are so hokey, but I love them and miss them so.
Note that the opening scene is right in front of the the Mars Hill main campus before there was even a Mars Hill.
As mentioned previously, I’ll be at SIC 2011 in Seattle in November. SIC, like many conferences is putting out an app specifically for the attendees themselves. One of the features I’m digging from a networking perspective, despite the fact it slightly reeks of stalker:
SIC and Unsocial will also provide a new social networking tool that will enable conference attendees to find key business professionals within their proximity and generate targeted conversations and meetings in real-time. Features include the ability to connect with people via integrated messaging, exchange information, and to even call each other directly if they choose to make their contact information available.
I actually like the feature. Sonar does something similar, though cannot filter specifically within the group of attendees itself.
Here’s hoping I’m stalked.*
Holler if you’ve attended a conference whose app had a similar feature.
*Knows he’s not
The J. Clyde is not only the best pub in Birmingham, it’s one of the best pubs I’ve ever visited. Now, with the inclusion of Seattle and Olympia beers on this week’s rotation, it got infinitely better.
(Side note: For those Seattle residents reading, it’s on par with Brouwer’s… one of the Top 10 pubs in the world.)
Some blogs produce long, detailed, drawn-out posts at the end of the year. They link to multiple blog posts and photos, highlighting their favorite moments in what certainly becomes a digital public record. And you know what? Nobody reads them.
Here’s my year in review:
If you want to view these and the rest, head over to Flickr.
Needless to say, I got lots and lots of stares as I stood in the parking lot of Oregon’s athletic department in my bright orange Auburn shirt. It was well worth it. War Eagle.
Chelsea’s car was broken into on night one. We found this out quite literally as the words “Sacramento seems like a really safe city” left my mouth. Thankfully, nothing of significant importance was taken.
In-N-Out is one of those burgers that, upon initial consumption I was never blown away by. My last few experiences have made me nothing but an obsessed devourer and blind loyalist.
So scarred by the break in, we felt the need to drive through Palm Springs for an evening at the Rancho Las Palmas.
The bartender at Rancho Las Palmas inquired if she could use us as guinea pigs for new drinks. We did could, could never be able to, consume them all.
Meteor Crater, AZ. Self explanatory and mind-blowing.
Like The Eagles, I’ve stood on a corner in Winslow, Arizona. That’s a flatbed Ford. Evidently the ‘girl in the flatbed Ford’ was on her lunch break.
[The last photo from Seattle taken right before we headed down Queen Anne Hill, due south. I’ve never seen the rain so furious.]
We’re here. Sweet home, Alabama.
…and a partridge in a pear tree.
It was a long, eventful, exciting trip. We’re home, and it feels good.
Trader Joe’s is my new Chick-fil-A. One is America’s premier non-drive thru, the other is America’s premier market. Affordable, delicious groceries and wine… ugh, I’m gonna miss you.
Chelsea looked at me during the SEC Championship Game and said, “We’re driving to Atlanta once a month to go to Trader Joe’s.” I’d argue with her if I didn’t agree.
Once-per-month trips to Trader Joe’s? Might as well swing by H&M on the way.
French: Cafe Presse
Phá»Ÿ: Thanh Vi
Sushi: Blue C
Fried Chicken: Ezell’s
Pizza: Serious Pie
Mexican: Cactus on Alki Beach
Burgers: Red Mill
Doughnuts: Top Pot
Cupcakes: Trophy Cupcakes & Party
Ice Cream: Molly Moon’s