Caught in Possession

Sometimes the metaphors are so forehead-slappingly obvious that you simply have no choice but to pay them heed and use them...almost as if you'd be tempting the g*ds by doing otherwise. Such was my situation as I wrote up the match wrap for DC United's sad, soggy 2-0 loss to Chicago tonight. (No link to it here as it's not up yet, but by the time you read this it'll be posted on dcunited.com and you'll see what I mean.)

I tend to be the last one out of the RFK press box on game nights, but it's a particularly late night on this occasion -- beyond doing a bit of extra transcribing work to help out certain unnamed DCU employees (who need not say thank you, since I myself owe them in kind), I have been waiting around to see if this torrential downpour lets up even a little bit...Seeing as how I rode a bike to tonight's match and these are not ideal riding conditions, to put it mildly.

The crashing, booming thunder and lightning that loomed right over top of the stadium earlier was impressive enough, but now the field down below me is well and truly waterlogged and submerged, and it's hard not to look for some kind of angry biblical warning behind this flood. Has United attempted to fly too high? Are the waxy wings melting like they done did to that poor SOB Icarus? Or is everyone just a bit too panicky given that it's still early May?

Beyond that, I've got to get to my girlfriend's house before this place floats away and if this new, high-tech RFK pitch is inundated by now, I can only imagine what is waiting for me on the gritty streets of this swampy city. The future is bleak in DCU-land and divine intervention may be the only hope...