I’m pretty okay at baking stuff, and back in February, I came across a couple of recipes that I knew would be ridiculously popular at tailgate parties. Stolen Adapted from Nook and Pantry and Smitten Kitchen, here are Irish Cake Bombs:

I’m pretty okay at baking stuff, and back in February, I came across a couple of recipes that I knew would be ridiculously popular at tailgate parties. Stolen Adapted from Nook and Pantry and Smitten Kitchen, here are Irish Cake Bombs:

It’d be an understatement to say that words project was successful beyond our expectations; we’ve never had the team and/or individual players track us down, unsolicited, for compliments on this stuff before. Thus, we saw no reason not to continue the theme with new players who made distinct impressions on the squad through the remainder of 2008 and early 2009.

Kheli Dube, “JOY”: This is actually a holdover from last summer that I never got around to posting here, largely because I was trying to combine it with a video showing this banner’s creation from start to finish. That never came together, so here’s the banner, based on what else but Dube doing his goal-scoring dance of joy.

Chris Tierney, “DRIVE”: The first of the 2009 entries. I was a little unsure about the source image, which was a much smaller resolution than I would have liked, but I think the final effect came out quite striking.

Darrius Barnes, “SMOOTH”: Was almost “throw,” given his popular hundred-yard throw-ins. The best thing that could possibly happen with this banner is him getting the nickname of Smoove B. Girl, that other team ain’t right for you. Smoove B will freak your back line nasty. Also, there will be throw-ins.
Taken right after an irritating Revs home loss:

L-R, fans of: Houston, New England, New England, DC.
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NO SLEEP TILL CAPE TOWN
“So, wait, why’s Shalrie Joseph holding one of your cats?”
That’s easy: He was here to grab a bunch of shirts we’d had run up to sell on his website.
I’d had a couple of people ask me over the course of last season about putting my banners on shirts, and every time, I had to rebuff them, because I knew if I did, it’d be about ten minutes before a cease and desist appeared. Then in December, I got home from vacation to find an email on an account I don’t check so often: The man himself wants to make the shirts.
The guy whose shirt I wear every week is tracking me down to tell me he’s a fan and he wants to wear my shirt.
Well, hell. Played email tag over the rest of the offseason; this is the first time I’ve had a fan project that involved consulting a lawyer (photo and merch rights). Finally got everything lined up, then worked out some designs. Had to bug three different real live graphic designer buddies (including a Dynamo fan) to ask them the best way of converting the source material for print, since I didn’t have access to a high enough resolution version of the original. Contracted out with a local screen shop, they ran ’em up, I picked ’em up, and that’s why Shalrie was here today to play with my cats and get the shirts he wanted.

Pretty much every stage of the process involved me remarking to my husband that this had gotten way out of hand–I mean, this was just some goofy idea I came up with in spinning class one afternoon.
I love being an American soccer fan.
With his new buddy!

Hooo, is there a long story behind this one
Season ticket pack! Season ticket pack! Season ticket pack!

If a Breakers player favors her right, is she then properly described as “goofy?”
All my soccer buddies had their own Dos a Cero stories, but not me–every time there’s been a US-Mexico game since I started watching soccer, the timing just hasn’t lined up for me to go. This time, though, it worked out. So I went to Columbus, and I got to see that guy I remember as a gawky, sullen teen loping around for daddy’s Metros completely tear shit up for daddy’s Nats, and also: