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Bradley Ramos11 said:Even The Ramones had one of those moments where they had to cut a set short just because someone snapped a guitar string.
Mark Long73 said:It’s such a bummer you guys didn't get a photo showing everyone standing tall against the whole navy, man, it would have looked epic!
Love what you guys are wearing!
But honestly, it's a shame those little handheld signs are so old school now. Like, take that army logo and the other stuff that used to be everywhere—it would look way cooler if the crews who always show up for away games carried their own custom little banners...
And hey, solid turnout from the San Francisco crowd, just keep that energy going.
Kenneth Campbell64 said:Any sane person would give our fan club credit, so there’s really no debate there...
The atmosphere this season has been pretty intense, and honestly, I think having a loud, active crowd is a win for everyone involved...
rustymoose2 said:So Propo wants to run the club? Give me a break. You guys are talking pure nonsense. If that local shark hadn't stepped in to save your skins, and if that whole Miami mafia wasn't pulling all the strings behind the scenes, you wouldn't even have a club left to worry about. And as for those guys like Tony Anundsen—honestly, they can go wherever they want, I couldn't care less. It’s such a joke when players sit there giving these big, dramatic statements about how they’d "never dream" of moving to a rival, only to pack their bags and head straight for them a week later. And you lot actually welcomed them like they were your own homegrown heroes, when in reality, they were probably eyeing off a move to Real Madrid the whole time. Honestly, mad respect to them for playing you guys like that. 👍👍👍
Anonymous said:It’s total BS to say you guys are somehow better than us, considering we’ve absolutely wrecked you more times than I can count. Our fan club might have a slightly less intense vibe with them compared to how you lot act, but don't think for a second we're out there kissing their asses like you claim. And honestly, I'll say it again—Seattle is packed with Los Angeles FC supporters, so obviously they’re going to be pissed that there's such a huge presence of rivals right in their own backyard. I'm pretty sure that's a massive part of why they hate you guys so much. Plus, let's be real, you guys have always been nothing but a bunch of whiners, which doesn't help matters. 👍
As for us, being BBB, things get wild—we're ready to tear apart anyone who isn't down with Dinamo! 😉
bluewalker92 said:I get where you're coming from, but you gotta remember we're talking about a time when Cleveland was fighting for their last championship like ten years ago, or even just having a shot once every few seasons... We've got this mediocre run in Europe and then we just end up getting knocked out in the first round every single time...
If you take away the people just sitting around, there were probably 200 or 250 of us actually active. If we all actually showed up together, it would look way more impressive... but unfortunately, this number is just the reality of our scene right now. It’s not just us who have seen the numbers drop lately..
Paul Taylor2 said:I see just how much those rags mean to you when you lose dozens of them every single season. We’re the only ones who ever torched about twenty of yours, but where are all the other groups that set them on fire every time you show up somewhere? You're full of it, man. Calling yourself a fan when you should be heading to NYC for the cup instead of arguing with us here... total internet hooligan...
Anonymous said:When it comes to being a die-hard fan, I know exactly what I'm talking about—I've lived it firsthand. 😍 Man, cheering is honestly never been your strong suit. Even when you look at the sheer numbers, it feels like you guys should’ve had a whole damn Navy out there, but you barely showed up in force more than once or twice—and even that was just something one guy from the fanbase admitted to me. Look, everyone’s got their own take and their own way of seeing things, and frankly, I don't give a damn whether your chanting is trash or top-tier. It doesn't move the needle for me. What I do know is that the turnout was massive, so props to you on that front. But hey, I’ll be able to see for myself this Wednesday—we'll see if you actually know how to bring the noise or if it's all just talk. 😛
hiddentiger28 said:Who even cares about winning championships if we’re gonna smoke you guys at least twice every single season just like we did this year?
Real Madrid is playing on a completely different level than you right now, and honestly, just watch what happens in the cup—your whole strategy is basically going to be committing a million fouls and just trying to wreck the flow of the game.
Anonymous said:The Navy put on an incredible show yesterday; seriously, everything they brought to the table was top-tier—basically, you guys killed it. I mean, looking at the crowd, the only thing we really crushed was the sheer number of people showing up, because otherwise, we kind of dropped the ball. But hey, honestly? That was a legit rivalry game, like a real Subway Series vibe. If we had more matchups like that, the whole sports scene would be way more interesting.
Terry Lee3 said:Under the microscope: Happy Birthday
05.05.2009.
So, I was heading out to see San Francisco take on Chicago the other day. It wasn't exactly some high-stakes championship showdown—just a mid-table scrap for third place—so the tension on the field wasn't exactly electric. But man, the drive there was something else. About ninety minutes before kickoff, I met up with the guys at a local spot to grab a few beers and just settle in. And honestly? Even though the game itself was pretty tame, I felt that old, familiar fan fever kicking in. It’s that same restless, obsessive buzz I haven't felt quite this strongly since I was a kid back in the day. It’s a specific kind of rush, you know? That total, overwhelming sense of being completely swept up in it all. You can only really get that feeling if you live and breathe this sport.
Driving out toward Wrigley Field right now, I’m sitting here wondering if this whole thing is even worth it. What is actually going on in my head? What is it that’s driven me for nearly 40 years to just abruptly ditch a Sunday family lunch and head straight for the stadium? Is it really worth getting into it with my folks and the rest of the family over this—making the people who love me most deal with the fallout just because I can't stay away?
Look, I wasn't one of those kids my old man would grab by the hand and drag out to the stands; he was never really on board with me wasting my life sitting in the bleachers. He’d much rather have seen me at some other kind of social gathering, but more often than not, he ended up having to come fish me out of the crowds at Wrigley Field. Honestly, when I look back, I can still laugh at how many times I lied through my teeth just to sneak away for an away game, even if it meant catching hell or paying the price later.
Even today, when I’ve got my own life together—got the reputation and the education to back it up—this guy still can't wrap his head around why I have this primal urge to stand up, say thanks for the meal, and then go out there and lose my damn voice screaming for San Francisco. He just doesn't get why I’ll let the cops toss me in a holding cell or spend my afternoon jumping around in the rain like some total maniac, just cheering for a bunch of guys in San Francisco. To him, it’s completely incomprehensible. He doesn't see what I see in our people, or why we act the way we do. That's why he just stays quiet now whenever I head out. I guess he’s finally come to terms with it. He probably realizes it’s just wired into my DNA at this point and there’s no saving me.
Look, I say this because I’ve been part of this whole story for twenty-two years now. It’s just baked into who I am. Between the grind at work, dealing with family stuff, and everything else life throws at you, this thing is probably the biggest piece of my identity left. It’s been everything—the good times, the ugly ones, the moments that were straight-up embarrassing, and yeah, even the times that felt downright humiliating. At the end of the day, the armada is basically just a massive group of my closest friends, people I’ve known for most of my life. They’re the ones I’ve had the most fun with, the ones I’ve celebrated with, and the ones I’ve mourned with. But honestly? They're also the people I've been most disappointed by. As the years crawl by, those friends become way more than just fellow fans. You start to realize who actually has your back, who’s going to show up when things get heavy, and who expects you to be there for them too. That’s really the best part of what I found in the armada. It’s that specific feeling where you know they’re feeling the exact same thing—that we all collectively decided to ditch a family dinner or ignore a nagging wife just to be right here, feeling this same thing together.
And honestly, that’s exactly why I want to say this to everyone—whether we’ve known each other for years or just crossed paths in the stands—to every single person in the armada, including those who aren't part of our story anymore, those who can't make it, or those who just don't want to be a part of this life anymore... happy 22nd birthday. Seriously, without all of that, I wouldn't be the man I am today.
It was one of those classic afternoons where you just sit there wondering why you even bother showing up to the stadium, only to be proven wrong by a complete chaotic mess of a game. We were heading out to face San Francisco, and honestly, the vibe in the stands felt a bit off from the jump, like we were all just waiting for something to go sideways. The match itself was a total rollercoaster. For a while there, it looked like we were going to get absolutely walked over. They had us pinned back, playing that suffocating style that makes you want to throw your overpriced stadium hot dog at the pitch. But then, out of nowhere, things started clicking. It wasn’t pretty—it was gritty, kind of ugly, and definitely not something you’d see in a highlight reel—but it worked. We managed to snatch the lead, and suddenly the energy shifted. You could feel that sudden surge in the crowd, that collective "here we go" moment where everyone stops complaining about the weather and starts believing. We weren't exactly dominating possession, but we were clinical. Every time they thought they had us on the ropes, we found a way to scramble, defend, and counter. The defense was absolute madness at times, though. There were moments where I thought, "Well, that's it, we're conceding," especially during those frantic goalmouth scrambles. But the guys held firm, mostly through sheer stubbornness rather than tactical brilliance. It was one of those wins that doesn't make you look like geniuses, but it certainly keeps us in the hunt. By the final whistle, we were exhausted just watching them. It wasn't a masterclass, but it was a win, and in this league, I'll take a messy three points over a beautiful draw any day of the week. Now we just have to see if we can carry this momentum into the next stretch without completely imploding.
Happy birthday to us!!...🙂 🙂🙂🙂🎉 🙂
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Man, please, analogmaker14, chill out with the constant updates, I really don't have the bandwidth to go through this all over again right now...☕