ESC Join Together to Watch Game Three at Nathan Hale's Pub
Sakiewicz to watch alone at his estate, 'Sakadu'
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A photo of Nick Sakiewicz after winning the 1999 MLS Executive of the Year award.
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The Empire Supporter's Club, a raucous group of soccer supporters, will once again take their customary place at Nathan Hale's pub in New York City, New York, to watch Game Three of the MLS semifinals between the NY/NJ MetroStars and the Chicago Fire.
The Empire Supporter's Club, or the "ESC", have always come to celebrate good times and soccer at Hale's, in order to share their passion with their fellow MetroStars fans.
"Fun, companionship and comradarie. What else do you need to have a great time?" said ESC honcho Kevin McAllister. "This is the biggest game in MetroStars history, and there's no place I'd rather be than at Hale's watching the game with my buds".
Also watching the game with much interest will be Nick Sakiewicz, the MetroStars' reclusive but brilliant General Manager.
A wonderfully talented man, Nick Sakiewicz has taken the soccer world by storm, winning the MLS Executive of the Year ward in 1999, and becoming a finalist for the coveted award yet again in 2000.
Sakiewicz - a large, imposing man to behold - has worked his way to the top, starting out as a simple errand boy, eventually developing himself into the biggest and toughest soccer mogel in the sport today. His sometimes unorthodox style has led many to criticize him, but no one can argue with his results; Nick's clubs are always perennial title contenders. In only his first year directing the club, Nick's NY/NJ MetroStars are now just one game away from MLS Cup 2000.
Sakiewicz lives alone in his 30 acre estate, "Sakadu". While not expanding his hugely successful soccer empire, Nick adds pieces to his priceless collection of ancient back scratchers and salt & pepper shakers, one of the finest in the world.
The MetroStars play their third and deciding game on Friday, a day when friends and family in the metropolitan area will join together to help cheer on their favorite club to victory. Nick will also follow the match, watching it at home on his brand new large screen surround sound picture-enhanced 'supervision' television set.
"Mr. Sakiewicz sends his best regards to the fans of the MetroStars and hopes they enjoy watching the game," said Sakiewicz's spokesman John Guppy.
As Friday comes, the Empire Supporters Club will gather together. A bar, now so full of life and joy, explodes with emotion as the players take the field. A supporters' club, as diverse as the city it represents, sings, drinks, and celebrates together. Toasts will be made, laughs will be had, stories will be shared. The memories created will last a lifetime.
"We've waited all year for this," said ESC'ers Ed Kanitra, Sandy Canetti and Tom Beck. "There's nothing like supporting your team and being with friends. Hey everybody! Three cheers for the MetroStars! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray!"
Nick too, will sit to watch the game. His television engulfing his senses... not his keen business senses, but rather his sight. His hearing. With those senses he notices something. Turns off his television. And there, before him, before his very eyes - the very same eyes that saw Steve Shak as the #1 overall draft pick - before those very same eyes Nick sees... nothing. Emptyness. Zilch. Zip. Zero. No one is there for him. No one cares enough to come to watch the game with Nick. His home, nothing. All the success in the world, his 1999 Executive of the Year award, his magnificent soccer empire, all mean... nothing. Oh Nick, what have you done? ....just what have you done.
......Mr. Snuggybear
Nick whispers it again.
................Mr. Snuggybear
Nick gets up. Searches frantically among his backscratchers, among his salt and pepper shakers - so meaningless to him now! But he cannot find it... he cannot find what he looks for. And Nick slumps down to the floor. Stares about him. Looks at the inside of his palace, his Sakadu. The emptiness of the place, its utter absense of any goodness or life, is a chilling reminder of his own empty heart. And will his final breath, he wispers once again...
......Mr. Snuggybear.
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