COMMERCE CITY, CO - AUGUST 04: Head coach Oscar Pareja contemplates the meaning of existential nihilism. (Photo by Doug Pensinger/Getty Images)
Well hey, look! First time we've a five goal game since the game against the Red Bulls, and the second verse was just like the first.
Well, not quite. The Rapids actually looked like they had a shot at this game, even when they went down to 10 men. There wasn't a midfield collapse, even after Jaime Castrillon was sent off in the dying minutes of the game after a tangle with George John--what the hell was going on there with either player, I don't know.
Castrillon opened the scoring with off of one of Brian Mullan's bread-and-butter cut back centering passes. Castrillon also nearly helped double the score with a cheeky chip over George John which Cummings could not get in the back of the net.
The majority of the game seemed to be going the Rapids way. Perhaps this is the turnaround?
Then... it happened. They scored a goal. And the Rapids, like a delicate hummingbird when hit with brick, began a slow descent into that familiar dark night which we fans have known all too well.
You say "it's a lack of heart." I disagree. I think the Rapids had shown plenty of heart. In fact, I might daresay that they show "heart" and "determination" far more than any other quality. However, what the Rapids haven't had this year is any luck. Absolutely luckless bunch, and that really hits hard when it comes to finishing.
Look at the opportunity Cummings had after he chipped Hartman. He had acres of space and put out a shot that in so many other games would have absolutely crushed the goalkeeper and put the Rapids up 2-1. But no. Not to be had. Sent well wide, crushing the striker himself. Cummings would not score a goal, though he'd threaten to.
The second goal from Jair Benitez killed the game. After that there was little doubt that the Rapids had lost control of another one. No one to really blame on that one. The first one could be chalked up to shoddy closing, but the second? Blame the fact that Pickens isn't 10 feet tall with arms the size of tree trunks. Don't know what to tell you.
The third goal from David Ferrera was done to a team that had already been beaten. When Larentowicz' goal came late in the game to give the Rapids some semblance of hope, it was too little and much too late, Castrillon's send off destroyed the Rapids offensive creativity so that they were now relying completely on that fabled determination. And it was not enough.
No, it wasn't that they didn't have enough heart, or that they didn't have enough determination, but that heart and determination are in and of themselves not enough. They might win you the odd game at the last minute, but they do not translate to dominant performances, which is... more or less the only time the Rapids have won this year.
It's like saying I am setting a dinner party and I have a fuckton of spoons, but no knives. Which is great when everyone is just eating soup and porridge, but imagine what happens when a huge fucking turkey comes out. And everyone thinks that if I just get more spoons, MORE SPOONS, the party will be successful. Somehow, we will be able to eat this whole fucking turkey using just spoons, if we somehow get enough of them.
When all you really need is just one knife.
And isn't it ironic, don't you think?