It was a forgettable day at the park. A home opener like no other – it lacked the anticipation or excitement of past years – and a result utterly, utterly forgettable.
What does one say about a game like yesterday? Nothing original comes to mind.
[PRBREAK][/PRBREAK]The back-line is a disaster without Torsten Frings.
Ty Harden is good for at least one OH-MY-GOD-WHAT-IS-HE-DOING moment a game.
Maybe we were too quick to proclaim the starting keeper's job to Milos Kocic – not that it much matters now.
Oh, and the back-line is a disaster. Period.
It seems as though Toronto’s season is going to be about trying to outscore opponents and when they don’t take advantage of the chances they create there could be some ugly results. It’s early, of course, and there is still time to sort things out, but the hope that the L.A. result brought is gone. It’s all dread now.
An anecdote: At the end of the game I was standing in line for the washroom. Suddenly a fan leaving recognizes me and walks towards me with an angry look on his face.
“I don’t want to read anything positive on your site about this,” he spat out before continuing.
He won’t.
Was it 3-0 bad? Well, at the risk of being too literal, yes – they allowed three goals and scored none. So, it was 3-0 bad. There were moments when they created going forward and maybe they deserved more, but that really doesn’t mean much. They lost. Badly. It simply isn’t good enough.
But, you don’t need me to tell you that. The amount of empty seats at the final whistle, and the boos that could be heard from those that remained, already did.