SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY!

Sunday is perhaps the most important day in the short history of Real Salt Lake. "Why?" you might ask...

Well, because Sunday Gina and I are driving up to Chicago for this year's Fire/RSL match. RSL is currently in dead last place...

WAIT WHAT THE FUCK.

So I go over to RSL's website to confirm their record (0 wins, 3 losses, 4 ties) and find out that they've traded Jeff Cunningham. The Jeff Cunningham who was the sole reason the team scored any goals last year. Steve's guy, Jeff Cunningham.

You know what? This fucking team....

If they don't win in Chicago I'm looking for someone else to root for. I know that's like a high crime for a sports fan... but seriously? They're horrible. And they just traded away the only guy who's interested in scoring. For a guy that wears headgear.

Goddamn it. Jeff Cunningham was not the problem.

HE IS RISEN!

Who's risen? Jeff Cunningham. And RSL.

The MLS season started Saturday, and RSL battled to... a 2-2 tie. They played really well though, and probably deserved better. Shaky goaltending once again could be pointed to as a culprit.

Jeff Cunningham, who started last year cold before getting really hot and winning the golden boot for most goals scored, scored twice for RSL, and kissed a picture of himself. He was also sporting a fantastic new hairstyle.

All in all, an ok start for RSL. It wasn't a loss. And I expect a win next week.