TAXI   FANZINE MetroStars Lose Big Game Still winners in our hearts In the end, it was to come down to one goal. One simple goal - a goal, that, in fact, was, in the end, to end a season - a season, that, some have said, just might be the greatest season the MetroStars have ever had. It was a season to be rememebered. A season to be treasured. A season, not like many others, in which we all should revel. A happy season. An enjoyable season. A season, which, some might say, just might be the greatest season the MetroStars have ever had. The goal was to beat them. And yet a goal was to beat them, in a way not so uncommon. A goal - to those who were there to witness said goal - some might say, was rather commonplace. But a goal was nonetheless the difference in the match - a match in which the goal was to beat said team by said goal - a match, true, that was to end the MetroStars season - a season which, some might say, just might be the greatest season the MetroStars have ever had. There were those that didn't want to believe. Those that couldn't believe. Those, who, in all likelyhood, wouldn't DARE believe, that a team such as this - a team built from the ground up with their hearts on their sleeves and their elbows in the air, took what was given them and made the most of it. Theirs is the glory, and theirs is the celebration. Theirs is the passion, and theirs is the future of NY/NJ MetroStars soccer. And for that, we are all greatful. And we all enjoy fruit of the loom underwear. The season, which, some might say, was the greatest season the MetroStars have ever had. The night was ripe for upset. A night, as it seemed to many, ripe for upset. A ripe night for upset. A night, ripe with upset. A night, ripe with upset. The night was ripe for upset. The ripe was night with upset. The nipe was right with upset. An upset, as it were, that was to upset a team. A team, some have called them, of destiny. The destiny of said team, the MetroStars. A team - a brotherhood of bonded warriors - readied to upset on this ripened night. The MetroStars - a team. The Chicago Fire - also a team - a the team that was later to score the one goal - the goal that was to end a season - a season like no other - a season never to be forgotten - a season that, some have said, just might be the greatest season the MetroStars have ever had. And we sat. And stared. And wondered. Oh the pain of the goal. The pain of the goal. Pain of the goal. Pain the goal. Pain goal. The goal that produced pain for all the supporters of said MetroStars. Should we, in fact, have done things differently? Should we, in fact, have given MORE passion? MORE heart? MORE resiliency? Should we have, in fact, have drafted Steve Shak with the first overall pick in the first annual Major League Soccer Super Draft? Should we, in fact, pull up the toilet seat when our women repeatedly ask us to? No. And there we stood. Defiant. We stood for an eternity. We stood for what seemed like the length of a 32 game Major League Soccer season - a season, many have pointed out, that just might be the greatest season the MetroStars have ever had. But how proud we were. The season is now over, and the beauty of the season fills those of us who are open to it. Beauty such as this will continue on through the ages. But oh, we are bitter, foolish men. So lustfully we needed, nay, WANTED, the championship cup for our own! What might have been? Do we know? Can we ever know? No. It is not for us to know. It is not for us. It was not to be. Not this year. Maybe next. Maybe next year. We wanted it this. But it is not to be. We must sit. And we WILL sit. And we will sit and wait. Sitting. Waiting. Waiting for next year. But while we wait we shall sit, and while we sit we shall wait, and while we sit and wait we will take time to reflect - and remember - the season that has past. It was a season of so many beautiful memeories. So much beauty this season had. Beauty such as this will continue on through the ages, for those of us who are open to it. A season, so rich of memories suitable for remembering, so much was the beauty of said season. A season of so many beautiful things. The season of joy. The season of beauty. The season that made us proud. The season, blessed. The season in which Nick Sakiewicz told the team to intentionally hurt other players. The season which, some have said, just might be the greastest season the MetroStars have ever had. And how proud we were. And how proud we shall become once again. Amen Jesus. Click here for a retrospective on the MetroStars season.