Even though we surpassed expectations this year, losing the MLS Cup match was depressing.

Layers of clothes, gloves, and scarves were definitely needed this weekend. Seattle sure is depressing during the winter.

Blood was flowing and energy was high on our march into Qwest Field. ACB & the Riot Squad yelling various Galaxy chants. Both groups try and settle into the horrible section designated by the Sounders FO. To use the word cluster fuck is putting it lightly.

I leave the supporters section and head on over to my mid-field seat(thanks Scott). Prime location. Easy for a pitch invasion if we were to win.

My long sleeve Galaxy jersey and scarf were no match for the steadily dropping tempuratures. I dig into my backpack and take out reinforcements. A pair of gloves, a hoodie, and a jacket later I am better fitted to take on the cold weather.

A big disadvantage of sitting mid-field was a lack “energy.” Lack of atmosphere. Lack of passion from the fans around me.

As the match ends its second 15 minute overtime, the winner will be decided by penalty kicks. My body is shivering and my knees are buckling. I have one of my scarves around my face. Mostly to keep my face and ears warm, but to also cover my eyes as it becomes hard to watch.

As RSL had it’s first chance to win, I sat down, I lowered my head, and covered my ears. I couldn’t bare to watch. A roar from the crowd. I thought it was all over. I see the Galaxy fans next to me clapping. We stopped the shot. We are still in it.

Our team captain, Landon Donovan, steps up and grows through his ritual. Donovan kicked…and the ball soared over the cross bar. Did I really just see that?

End result. Los Angeles Galaxy lost. I stared at the field in disappointment. I wanted to scream and throw my scarves in rage. I looked on as RSL and their fans rejoiced in their victory. I thought to myself that should of been us, the Galaxy, the Riot Squad, and ACB celebrating.

Winning the MLS Cup would of been a validation for the recent years of complete and utter failure to us, the fans, who have been with this team throughout the years. It seemed as though it was our time. Our championship to bring home.

I walked over back to the LA supporters section. Looked into the stands. Saw tears. Hearts broken. The group slowly made it’s way down the stairs and into the halls. I moved a bit ahead wanting to be alone. We walked back to the bar. People trickled in. Not many words spoken. Consolation hugs were given.

I left the bar. I wanted to be alone. I checked my iPhone for directions on where to head to catch the train. I walked in solitude a few blocks and arrived at the seemingly secluded station(I wish there was a light rail train that connected to LAX, but that is another story in itself).

I walk up towards the airport, go through security(super quick since I am the only one there), and head over to my assigned departure gate. I found a nice couch like seat nearby to serve as my bed for the night. Not worried about catching 6 a.m. flight anymore, to bad the bars at the airport were closed though, but then again maybe that was a good thing.

As I lay out on the padded seat, I think of a Riot Squad chant that goes through my head. I think to myself, “I came a long way just to lose.”