Welcome to the FC Black Foot Blog. FC Black Foot was started at a DC United tailgate in the summer of 2008. We are an alternative supporter group of DC United. We have no dues, we have no rules, and there is absolutely no free beer. We created this blog to give out information for each game and our thoughts and opinions on all things DC United.

-Cheers, The Colonel of Music and beer

Monday, April 26, 2010

Wed = Special Game A

It's the first US Open Cup Qualifyer. Kick-off at 7:30.

Since the Open Cup seems to be the only trophy we have a shot at this season, I'd say this one is pretty important.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

The FootPrint

Hello again faithful Foot followers and welcome to the second installment of the FootPrint, which, sadly, is going to read a lot like the first one. As usual the big toes of the Foot gathered their assets and headed out to war torn RFK for what we hoped would be the first win of the season. The hopes in question, and not just those hopes, were high; as we desperately needed a W to place in the barren column just to the left of the way more popular right side column that is rapidly becoming overcrowded with L's. We quickly arrived at Lunar Lot 8, lunar because the parking lot in question can only fairly be compared to the surface of the moon, only with gravity. One positive point on the afternoon was that we reclaimed our spot that was so rudely stolen on the home opener. The flag was tied to the tree, and the car, and weighted down with bags full of water and tire irons. MacGruber! This was done because in addition to the hot air that ordinarily comes out of Sanders there was a mighty wind blowing on this day. So strong and cool was the wind that it prompted Sanders to perform his customary wardrobe change immediately upon arrival. This turned out being very positive as anyone who has ever seen him in shorts can attest to. We will be missing weather like this when July rolls around, if DCU is still in the league at that time. Read on, but I warn you, it's not pretty.

Hammer got the grill going, the corn hole boards were placed with care, chairs - some functional and some less so - were placed, music was blasted and the three BlackFooters sat around and talked. That's right, we talked. If you read my column after the home opener, and judging by the comments page you didn't, you may recall a request towards the end calling for the Fringe Foot to make it out to a game. Well, my call went unanswered, except for late appearances from the Professor and Vern from Stand By Me, whose promise of candy was greatly exaggerated. In all fairness, well done to those two, but where are the rest of you? Laziano, our friend Bird's son Z has been to more games than you, and Z is only 2! Granted, Z was way more fun than you, but you get the point. Let's see some effort boys, I mean seriously. There is fun to be had with the Foot but the Fringe would never know it. And when, rather if, you do show up for a game gone are the days of "saving spots". A) this is not fifth grade and the whole saving seats thing just does not work anymore and B) if you want a spot come and get it. Otherwise you will be using your BlackFeet to walk from Loser Lot 7 to the party in Great 8! (Let's Go CAPS!) The Colonel did his best to defend our boarders but we were soon over run by losers, okay, I mean regular fans, and we were boxed in like 495 at 4:55, PM that is.

So what did we talk about, you might ask? We had a conversation about storytelling.

Greetings from the Grill: Chef got off easy this week as there was no one to cook for. He grilled up some burgers that the three of us (it's official, we are now smaller than El Norte, and I am even counting Darth Hangaround) enjoyed while we talked. Seriously, when you have a tailgate and you can't even play a game of Cornhole (you can insert your own gay joke here, if you visit this website more frequently than you visit RFK) you know something is wrong. Good burgers though, Chef.

Line of the Day: "Does your kid like sweets, cause we have a friend who is bringing some
candy . . ." cue Sanders spitting out his beer as I referenced the promise made by our friend Matty to bring candy. This was doubly funny as we had a bit of a laugh earlier when Hammer dubbed Matty "Vern" since that was what Vern promised to bring on their eventful outing in search of a dead body in the movie . . . you know what, come out to a game and I won't have to explain all the jokes to you.

Right, on to the game where all good times ceased. It started on an ominous note when we quickly realized that beers have gone up to $8! What crap! And you almost have to drink it to make what is taking place on the field even slightly bearable. I guess this is what DC United meant with this year's slogan "It Takes More", it seems the beer prices are the only thing they have applied this principle to. It is definitely going to take more on the field. I can't remember a more depressing start to the season. Needless to say we dropped this game 2-0 to Chicago, who danced all over us like Bob Fosse with great help from our good friends ghastly goal keeping, uninspired attacking play, unresponsive defense, and inept coaching. It is definitely going to take more, a lot more. Things are bad my Foot friends. We are plagued by injuries and mediocre players, which seem to be our locusts and dying first born sons, and we may very well be heading for the Apocalypse. The DCU homepage reads like an obituary. And worst of all, there is no light at the end of the tunnel. While I will always look forward to the BlackFoot tailgates I am starting to dread walking into that stadium. And now I hear we are looking at the recently freed Fred's younger brother to come in and save the day. Really, I mean really?! Fred's younger brother? It Takes More, and mark my words, it is going to take a lot more than that.

Well, besides throwing Vern out of a moving vehicle on the way out of RFK, that's about it. It was great to see our buddy Bird and his son, whom I believe had to witness that dreadful display of "soccer" as his first soccer game, although I don't think it should count. It was good to see the Professor and the newly named Vern at their first game of the season. And the BlackFoot will continue to do what they do the best that they can, and we will continue to watch DCU, the bumbling Black and Red, do what they do as averagely as they can. It can't get any worse but somehow I don't think that is going to stop it from doing just that.

Not happy with this version of the Footprint? That makes two of us, come out and do something and then I'll have something to write about. In the meantime, here is a game you can play from home, which is apparently where you all like to stay. The Foot need a slogan, something short and to the point, clever and catchy. Those requirements eliminate most of you, but give it a shot anyway. Sadly, the witty, and apparently ignored, "It Takes More" is already taken. Let me see what you've got. MacGruber!

As always, I can wait to watch the game, but I can't wait to tailgate!

Hughligans

Monday, April 19, 2010

Are you Blackfoot?

Im sticking with the team. We are 0-4 but im in for the long haul. DC First, Stadium second, and moe. for the pre-game concert.

Friday, April 16, 2010

DCU vs Chicago

When: 4/17/10

Where:RFK Lot 8

Who:Blackfoot Bitches

Allright boys, lets do this. Our first win vs a rival team. Im bringing beer and cheese, if you have chairs bring them. Should be good weather and good times.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

DCU v Chicago Fire

A win would be nice. Hell, multiple home goals would be nice.

My first prediciton of the weekend, Obama attends his first DCU game.

The Blackfoot will be out in larger numbers this weekend as the rival Fire, and that bitch Blanco, are in town.

I know Hugh, Chris, and I are going. Who else?

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Benji for head coach, you read it here first.

When do we get some DPs? When does Onalfo get fired? Benji for Head Coach.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

The FootPrint

Welcome back Foot Faithfuls to another season of DC United soccer, BlackFoot tailgates and good times. True enough that the good times were confined to the pre-game tailgate on this day, but we will get to that all in good time. First things first. The BlackFoot are back. Don't kid yourselves, tailgating season is underway and the BlackFoot are doing it in style. The usual cast of suspects, albeit the short list (no offense Rich), were present to enjoy the glorious DC spring weather. Welcome back to the Colonel whose fixation with music is, shall we say, Widespread? Welcome back to Chef Hammer who seemed to still be sweating from the last tailgate we threw at the end of last season. Welcome back to our Head of Security who continues to keep things in check, everything was very secure and controlled except for his own ticket. Welcome back to the Good Doctor, and his lovely wife, who continued his BlackFoot on Blackfoot crime of dissent from within and resisted the pull of the Final Four all the way to halftime. Welcome back to the t-shirts, flag and CornHole boards that have become the sole staples of true BlackFoot tailgates. And of course, welcome back to our home away from home in legendary Lot 8 . . . hold it just a minute. Upon arrival we quickly learned that the rumors were true that Lot 8 had seen better days. In truth a majority of the lot had been quarantined due to monstrous potholes that made third world roads look like major throughways. Once again we see where soccer in the District falls in the order of things, apparently just ahead of cleaning up the Anacostia. Despite this minor set back the tailgate was well on and truly joined by the BlackFoot.

What were the notable highlights of the first tailgate of the year? Well to start with Chef debuted his new sunglasses that apparently are designed to keep you safe if you are hunting in the woods. These glasses belonged on the top of a hotel in Vegas. It was like tailgating on a distant planet that has two suns. While the Chef's eyes were safe and sound anyone within twenty feed was in real pupil peril. We later found out that the glasses came along free with a knife that he bought that was the same color, he really needs to stop shopping at GayAccessories.com. The Colonel did surprisingly well with the music mixing up a nice variety of all the music that was promised beforehand. Although, for my taste, he did not seem to be in a great hurry to play Rush, but I remedied that on the ride home. Then there were the chairs. Lot's of chairs. I know we were missing a few of our normal fringe Footers, but honestly we had more chairs than Ikea. We could have made everyone at the last supper comfortable and still had some to spare. I guess it just goes to show that we have our work cut out for us to put asses in the seats, and after their performance on Saturday so do DC United.

Greetings from the Grill: BBQ chicken and ribs supplied and cooked up by the Chef hit the spot for everyone. It was good eats. His new eye ware apparently has no negative effects on his cooking, just his looks. The Colonel chipped in with some cheese and crackers and figs in an effort to class up the tailgate. Mark my words: it won't be long before he is bringing wine to these events. Ha, what a fig. And I would be remiss if I didn't mention the pre-made Smores that were provided by the good Doctor's wife. They were big enough to build a house with and delicious. Toss in some pasta salad, chips and good beer and everyone's pre-game palate was satisfied.

With high hopes and high friends we headed into the stadium. Highlights from our first home game of the season? Our fringe Foot friend Tim cut off his hair and the Colonel caught a t-shirt at halftime. That's about it. The game was nil-nil at half and very unimpressive. Two quick goals in succession for the New England Revolting in the second half and the game moved from unimpressive to un-everything. We can only hope that our returning players are taking a while to mesh with the new players, that Perkins remembers how to play goalie very soon and that Clyde gets healthy quick. Otherwise it is going to be a looooooong season.

Before I wrap up this first recap of the season, and don't worry, they tend to get better as the season goes on, I want to mention one last thing. One of our BlackFoot faithful has recently made a big move out West. Though all of his Foot friends will miss him greatly we completely understand this move and completely stand behind him. The Foot has often talked about a trip out west and now we have one more solid reason to do so. And we know that the Man from Mrrrrrrrrrrrr has not attended his last DCU game nor his last BlackFoot tailgate. So wherever you are raise a Pepsi for the Merman and bid him a fond farewell, and of course, wish him the best of luck. We will miss you Danny boy.

Allright boys and girls, one final parting shot. Get your ass out to a United game! Our numbers were not the only poor thing about Saturday, but it is the one thing that stands out in my mind. Laziano, get a move on son! Timetable, check that schedule and make an appearance. Professor, how about you cut class and come check out a game? Rally round the Foot and let the festivities begin because we may very well be the best thing about this newborn season.

As always, I can't wait to tailgate!!

Hughligans