I'm not exactly sure how serotonin or endorphins work, but by the time Mathieu Deplagne scored Cincinnati's third goal on Sunday night in front of 32,250 fans at sold-out Nippert Stadium, I'd pretty much burned through a lifetime's worth of the happiness hormones in less than an hour.
Match 2 is in the books and FC Cincinnati wins! Okay, okay, in truth, the Orange and Blue drew 1-1 with Atlanta United on Sunday night, but if you were passing by Molly Malone's in Covington when the score went final, it would have been hard to tell the difference.
Wanna see someone make a fool of themselves? FC Cincinnati is going to get at least a point this Sunday. Boom. That’s right, bold prediction time; timidly calling for at least a draw; claiming two of the three possible outcomes like it takes some courage.
It's happening! It's happening! FC Cincinnati made its Major League Soccer debut last night in Seattle. The outcome was a disappointing and lopsided—if not completely unexpected—loss 4-1 to the Seattle Sounders, the 2018 Western Conference runners-up, who are entering this season healthier and more lethal than ever.
Losing stings. It stings a little bit worse when it brings our heads back to earth after the excitement of our accomplishments and the hope of possibilities put our heads in the clouds in the first place.
Call me Johnny Come Lately. I am one of the thousands of fresh-faced, new soccer fans riding the clown-car-packed bandwagon straight onto the hallowed grounds of Nippert Stadium in support of Major League Soccer’s latest debutantes, FC Cincinnati.