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This Club and This History

5/16/2016

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When you inherit a club by birthright, there's a canon of history that comes easy for the simple fact that it's always present. In other respects, it comes hard for the simple fact that, well, it's always present.


When you inherit a club by choice later, sometime in the future subsequent to your birth, that canon takes an intentional sense of purpose to come to you at all. Perhaps not in the same way as it might to someone born into a Red household some small distance from the Mersey, that history nevertheless acts on you on its own account, because you let it. Learning that history, allowing it to ingrain itself in the fiber of your love for the sport and the club, allowing yourself to be hopelessly smitten with the idea that this club - the one you decided to love at some point or another - is going to be the one you get up for week after week, is a process that's never really done for the adopted fan living in another city in another country. It's a process that feels second nature somewhere along the way, generated by the affect the history has on you over time as it continues to inform your understanding of what it means to support this club. 

For well over a decade now, Hillsborough has been the event that's stuck with me whenever I consider what it means to put on for LFC. It's hardly a surprising admission. So here I am, on the eve of another massive Cup Final for the club, some two plus weeks removed from the biggest day in Liverpool history, and I suppose this moment may be the last possible one to occasion some thoughts on what it looks like from the other side of justice achieved after being so long denied. 

Leicester City have been crowned Champions. It was a thrilling story of sports triumph and it's not even a little bit hyperbolic to say it's one of the best sports narratives ever (if not one of the unlikeliest). Neither is it hyperbole, however, to plainly say that it's at best the second most important, second most honorable and emphatic and incredible and, yes, unlikely thing to happen in the world of British soccer this year.

Just over 27 years after 95 Liverpool fans were killed in Sheffield - Tony Bland, the 96th, died about four years later after life support was removed - a second coroner's inquest was concluded and a jury found, officially, fundamental facts about the way these 96 people died, about who was to blame, about the role of football supporters and supporter culture had on the events at Hillsborough. It was an emphatic victory - so emphatic that easily the strongest refrain following the verdict was a question, to no one in particular, about why it had to take so fucking long when the facts were so fucking obvious - and put to bed some of the most disgusting lies ever said out loud about sports fans, yes, and also about the dead. 


There's something I often say as I stake some sort of rhetorical claim in an argument online or off: when the harm inflicted upon us is done on behalf of the State, it's the most grievous kind of harm since it undoes the social fabric of trust necessary for government to have credibility. It's exactly the kind of lefty prose I'm known to drop, and I'm not even a little bit sorry about mentioning it here. The harms inflicted by the events at Hillsborough, precipitated by official negligence and lack of care, aggravated by a series of lie placing blame falsely on innocent football fans, repeated by officials and journalists alike, were particularly insidious and viciously protracted over the course of 27 years.

When you go to a football game, you expect to come home. When you are killed, you expect the wheels of justice to turn, even if slowly, inevitably towards truth. Both remain true. 

Exposing the malfeasance that led to one of the biggest sports disasters in history while also exposing a massive government cover up that has been allowed to persist, shaping policy and debate and perception of Liverpool fans and Scousers more generally? I mean, holy shit. It does not get more significant than that. 

​What a victory. 
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The first Liverpool game I watched, other than passively at home as a high school student, was about a week after I arrived in England as a student at a program for American students in Bath, England. The UK was rarely a true culture shock, to be fair, aided by my choices to be drinking virtually always (not drunk, per se, though) and watching sports whenever possible. These are things at which I have always excelled.

It's unclear what truly goes into choosing to jump on board a lifetime of supporting one team or another. To say it sort of just "happens," is both entirely correct and entirely insufficient. It's certainly easier, if less precise, than tracking through the moments in time as they happen. And defining moments, even where they exist, are sometimes muddled in our recollections as we try to create a memory to define our first love for the club.

I remember plenty of those first twenty or so matches as a fan. Sixteen or so were watched at one of two pubs in Bath (plus one, I think in Oxford? /academic name drop come get some), and then sporadically for the rest of that 2002-03 season. They had a League Cup run that fall I was in Bath, later winning it, which was admittedly quaint as fuck to try to care about while I got schooled on the league/domestic cup/continental cup structure. My attention was split, too, first by a University of Bath squad inexplicably qualifying for the First Round Proper of the FA Cup - homies were the first team in 120 years to knock that out - and then, when I got back to Geneva, a William Smith lacrosse team that went deep into the NCAA tournament. (Seriously, my good friend started in goal and she was amazing, and is incidentally one of those people who is so smart it's uncomfortable. It was fun as hell.)

Which is just to say while I can track many details from those games, I can confidentially say that there's no defining moment I can point to where the time before I was not a Liverpool fan and the time after I suddenly was. All the same, by the time two years had passed and LFC was making an improbable run across Europe and right through Istanbul, the strongest memory I have is the familiar devastation that settled in after Milan went up three and the script seemed all but written. Two years and about eight months on, the choice about whether I was going to love this club was made, regardless of whether I can locate the moment of the making. When the third goal went in, I looked briefly across Bidwell from my seat at Aroma and the familiarity of the feeling was unmistakable.

What followed, as different from the kinds of storylines Buffalo sports have given me for as long as I can remember, gave me the kind of hope I haven't been able to shake.

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When you adopt a club like this, the history is not automatically yours in the same way it would be if you were born in 1982 in Merseyside, rather than in Massachusetts. You receive the history in piecemeal, sometimes imparted onto you by some above-the-barstool conversations with a proper Scouser, sometimes gleaned from YouTube rabbit holes and late nights. But Shanks and Bob and Kenny and Ian and Robbie and Gerrard, even, don't belong to you without some effort, and even then your claim is often specious, at best. You don't own that history in the same way, at least. Neither do you own the heartache; the memories of being taken off the fucking perch; the bloody rivalries; the oppressive fist of Thatcher; Heysel; Hillsborough; the Taylor Report; Stuart-Smith's godforsaken scrutiny of the evidence. You do your best to collect the emotional baggage of that history over time, after repeated retellings and grainy footage and as much empathy as you can muster. You receive it as it is retold, not as it happened. Not as it continues to affect those around you, those you love, those whom you call home. 

For all the things I love about this club, I can't much shake the feeling that I am both enormously lucky and unfortunate to live an ocean away from the matchdays and coach greetings on Anfield Road, from the spirit of the city being alighted by an altogether epic win against Dortmund, from beating United whenever and wherever it happens, from that palpable feeling of joy and hope that pervades the air when this club starts to go on a run, from the sadness of loss, from the ongoing grief of those the 96 left behind, from continued acts of government malfeasance and from justice delayed, justice denied.

It's both easier and harder, to be set apart from the constant emotional baggage of following a club with such complicated history and to be forced to concoct those localized feelings of joy and hope on your own. 

I may lack a defining moment to point to and identify as the true birth of my life supporting this club, but there's little doubt that the history - the history of loss, of perseverance, of protracted periods of utter shit, of belief and of dreams - was what sealed the choice to love a soccer team six or so hours and a long line at UK immigration away. It's as important, if not vastly more important, than the results on the field. I love this club because of what they can do in moments that demand greatness. I love this club because that feeling of endless persistence is shared by supporters, shared by and between club and fan. I love this club because after years of loss and on-the-pitch failure and off-the-pitch trauma, the Kop still sings out in common voice, still understands its role in sustaining a stadium and a city and a football club, and there's not a eye in the crowd unconvinced of the imminent golden sky. 

I love this club because it is the gathering point for a group of people that never accept defeat, never balk at the possibility of justice, and who have stood for that undeniable character, grace and strength all the while being told they would have to wait for the kind of peace they sought. 

27 years. The greatest victory Liverpool has ever known. 

The history defines us, even when we receive it through those retellings, and the legacy of Hillsborough will reverberate across the football world for years on. Never before has a group of fans been so systematically defamed and degraded, never before has the failures of sporting institutions so thoroughly and grimly failed those institutions' constituents, and never before has a group of fans so completely and passionately brought the institutions of sport and government to heel. The story of LFC remains in production, and this spring has brought with it a victory like no other, capable of far more than a win this Wednesday can ever be. The Hillsborough families have forever altered what it means to be a supporter of this club so that when the history gets retold again, whether to some fledgling and emotionally cautious fan or to my son in a few year's time, the pain and loss of April 1989 can be reported with the success of April 2016.  

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So what, then, of Wednesday. Liverpool play in Switzerland against Sevilla? Certainly less important than achievement of the Hillsborough families and their supporters, but important nonetheless. Likewise capable of rewriting the canon of Liverpool F.C. and its supporters, it's a final opportunity for the club to put a stamp on a season to remember. A season of thrilling comebacks and gloriously curling shots, of frustrating gaffes and disappointing results. Of Coutinho's cheeky chip over De Gea, Dejan's towering header almost at full time, of joy and hope and a pair of Cup Finals. Of Klopp. Of the man for whom we waited, in whom we staked as much of our dreams as we dared. 

Of Justice for the 96. 

A final opportunity to see how frequently and how directly the club can alight the hearts of its supporters and how the strength of those supporters can embolden and harden the will of the club. It's an opportunity to see - before some time off this summer, before a host of new faces come in to don the liver bird on their chest and wait patiently for the history to be imparted on them - what it looks like to support Liverpool Football Club with the long and thankless toil of JFT96 somewhat in the rearview. What it feels like to love this club without an unending sense of anger and frustration of 27 years of hearing lies every time someone speaks of 'The Truth.' 

Man. 

​Up the fucking Reds. 

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A Party Within A Dream...Outlander's ode to the 05-06 Sabres

5/13/2016

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The Outlander

I didn’t think I’d write about this simply because I’ve talked about it so much, written so many words about it while only scratching the surface. I am acutely aware that all of this, the emotional connection I feel to it still today, the memories it elicits comes off both heavy handed and corny. I’m a cynic, antagonistic, dismissive about many things these days (off the top of my head: The election, fake jersey wearers, Rex Ryan, Pennsylvania drivers, my retirement prospects), but this, this was a time where everything- on the surface- seemed perfect. There will be greater moments ahead both in sports and in life but never have they both met in such a beautiful collision for me as what happened in spring 2006. This is that run as I experienced it, as much as I can remember and write without going down the many various tangential rabbit holes that would easily quadruple the size of this piece. If you wanna hear about any of the spinoffs sometime, @ me.

I usually find myself thinking about that playoff run around this time of year and I suppose since you took the time to click this, you do too. However, the ten year anniversary of the 05-06 team has come abruptly, quietly, though I suppose that’s what happens with a team that can’t even claim the most basic banner. They didn’t win their league, their conference, or even their division. Any and all metrics tell us that we should have a greater affinity for teams that came after- in 2007 and 2010 for instance- or before, in the case of 1999 or 1997. Still, The Buffalo News has practically made it a daily feature and even the Sabres twitter account has gotten on board despite the fact everyone in the marketing department thinks the organization was founded in 2010.

This summer is also my ten year college reunion. In what I am sure will shock all of you, none of my friends from Tonawanda High went away to college, and as an only child and the first one in the family to go to college, I felt rather overwhelmed, even at a tiny liberal arts school in Olean. I found some friends but felt awkward, out of place; I loved to drink so that alone got me through a year and a half until I studied abroad. When I returned my junior year, however, it was like a light bulb went off. The day I drove onto campus (drove! Finally!) I went to a party and met the girl that would dominate my memories of that Sabres run and years beyond. I made better and closer friends on campus, established a usual crew, house, bar, a place for the first time as a Bonnie.

Subsequently, after being one of dominant interests through high school, the Sabres found themselves relegated to the back of my mind in college. I’m not even sure we got MSG the first couple years I dormed there (to put it in perspective, I had an actual phone in my room freshman year because there weren’t any cell phone towers); abroad I could only follow the results from checking the TBN website each morning on campus. By junior year and the lockout, I just didn’t care. I was coming into my stride socially, getting acquainted with some of the lovely women on campus, basking in the Red Sox first World Series title in 86 years and for a month in there the Bills actually mattered! Come 2005 and the start of my Senior Year my biggest concerns were, in no particular order:
  1. Breakup with the Long Island girl I’d started dating spring semester for some inexplicable reason
  2. Get into law school at Penn State
  3. Eschew responsibility for fun at every opportunity

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​My first actual memory of that season was reading Sports Illustrated’s preview issue (Sabres 28th, Hurricanes 29th); my first firm memory of that season was in November. I was home from Bonas for the weekend and had brought a girl with me for the first time. She was the now-sophomore whom I had met at that party my first night back Junior year. Her age mattered little on this trip since there were numerous dive bars around Tonawanda that would serve a 19-year old without question, even more of which that would serve her accompanying usual customers such as my friends. For whatever reason we watched a game against the Senators in my grandparents' basement, several friends who I don’t exactly recall, me and her. As the Sabres took yet another early season shellacking at the hands of this apparent juggernaut (research tells me it was a 6-1 loss), I shook my head and commented to no one in particular “they are so fucking good.”

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MEGA HAPPY POST-DRAFT JUBILEE

5/2/2016

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We did it! Bravely stepping forward, pushing our shared trepidation to the side, we did the thankless task of patiently watching time tick by and bring the delightful reward of the NFL's Draft Weekend. We boldly decried mocks and anxiously refreshed twitter for takes upon takes. We waited for Tim Graham to say something so we could disagree. We stored ragey thoughts in drafts, just in case. 

And now? Well, now, we wait some more, except with new faces to ponder and gifs to absorb. So that's, I guess, better. Or something. 

After all, the NFL draft, and the Buffalo Bills' participation in it, is little more than a benchmark for the offseason clock, itself only significant as a precursor to the season, itself only significant as a precursor to mathematical elimination and water cooler strife. 

Oh, to live in these days. 

Even so, the draft looks to be a good one, which is definitely not something Bills fans have thought before, so I'm assured it is true this time.
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Bills Pick #1: Shaq Lawson

Immediate need, immediate impact if the scouting reports and overwhelming highlights are to be believed. Where the Bills were picking, it's the kind of pick that qualifies both as "about as much as we could hope for in the First Round" and "oh thank God these assholes didn't do anything crazy." That second thing cannot be overstated. 

Not going QB here is great, also. A really weird year for QBs, the smokescreen that One Bills Drive sent up about wanting to go that route early was blessedly just that. At that point in the draft, the only guy left of much quality was Paxton Lynch and it would have been insane to pick him at 19. He's off to Denver where I can only assume he will be financing a legal grow and/or dispensary operation for his housemates from Memphis. God bless him.

Also, Lawson is a Clemson guy and I like Clemson guys, which is unsurprising since the Bills are chock full of Tigers and I am dumb for the Buffalo Bills. 
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I find comfort in my thoughts

Bills Pick #2: Reggie Ragland

This is where the Bills got a little weird with their valuation of the player - one second round pick and a pair of fourths (this year and next) - but it's hard to argue with who they spent it on (<cough> EJ! <cough>). The pessimist in me looks at medical issues with these first two picks and is bracing himself for inevitable sadness, but that's a thought to let consume me another day. The Bills got some surprisingly available value for Ragland at 41 - one of three Crimson Tide players expected to go in the First Round, all of which had to wait for Friday Night - and grabbed another guy who can fill an immediate vacancy in a defense in desperate need of (at least a decent) reboot.


Bills Pick #3: Adolphus Washington


It happens early every year, but this is the point where I start wondering "should I watch more college football, I mean, who the fuck is this guy?" Unrelated Point of Order: Adolphus is a great fucking name. That will buy this guy at least 20 games in my good graces. Probably more. 

Another pick on the defensive side of the ball? Good. They were dreadful last year. Any additions, be they day 1 starters or depth chart additions, are gravy in my black and white and gravy view of the football world. 

Also, this guy got picked up for trying to score a hooker in COLUMBUS, OHIO. I'm not sure if I've ever heard a funnier thing that potentially brings a player's draft stock down (actually, I have because Laremy Tunsil is the fucking GOAT), but I'm sure it's the saddest. Imagining the working women of Columbus, I can only assume they're bedecked in #Crew96 workman's helmets and smell of motor oil. 


Bills Pick #4: Cardale Jones

Man, this guy cannot throw the ball and will definitely make us ache for Erik Rodriguez Manuel, Jr. almost immediately in the event Cardale ever needs to play. Has there ever been a less impressive National Champion? I mean, aside from Joakim Noah oh god I hope he sees this, what a bitch. 

The upside to Jones, apart from the fact that we can reasonably expect almost nothing from the guy football-wise (unless we just want to watch him run straight through linebackers, which we most certainly do), is that he's a hilarious gem of a human, a fact affirmed and explained through the work of Peter Berkes, a man himself more hilarious and gem-y than you or I. 

Also, the Bills should draft a QB every. fucking. year. until they make it to the playoffs. That's not hyperbole. Just fucking do it, Doug.


​Bills Pick #5: Jonathan Williams


More Buffalo WILLIAMS jokes. The best kinds of jokes. Vomit. 
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Bills Pick #6: Kolby Listenbee

I'm honestly struggling to figure out which is bothering me more - that last name or the fact his parents misspelled Colby. If you want to talk about millenials and the "me generation," the first place to start is with names and thus with stupid fucking parents and their stupid fucking need to birth out and raise special little snowflakes. Stop giving your kids shit ass names crafted out of your shit ass brains. Listen, B, you watch CBS four nights a week, have single-handedly supported QVC with your impulsive tendencies, chain smoke menthols and sell weird nature scene tshirts on your spreadshirt page. 

You should not be allowed to make up new names when you can't even be bothered to make up new reasons your doctor can't be trusted and your cholesterol isn't actually a problem.

But, whatever, I'm sure Kolby is a great kid. He's fast and at least he's not a kicker, though with that name you sure tried your best, Ma Dukes. 


Bills Pick #7: Kevon Seymour

Kevon? See above. I hate everything. Whatever. This kid is pretty fast, too. And the "Feed me, Seymour" tshirts at 26shirts [dot] com will be a nice addition to our cache of third-party personal sporps branding.
That track really speaks to me at times like this. 

Anyway, that's the draft. The Berls have been graded pretty highly across the internets for last week's effort, so that's cool. Better that than watch our front office be an unqualified disaster over the course of this particular offseason weekend. 

Alas, the unqualified disaster will come later this year. Can't wait. 
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