There's been much conjecture lately about the Vancouver Whitecaps, and the hole they've been furiously digging themselves in recent weeks. They've lost three consecutive matches for the first time all season, and in rather appalling style.
The word "cohesion" has been getting a lot of play recently, as has "discord" in the context of the Caps' on-field performance, with the talk now even expanding to cover what might happening off the pitch as well. And while everyone seems to have an opinion on what's ailing Vancouver at the moment, not many, including myself, seem to have a clue as to what the cure might be.
Sometimes it's all too easy to bang out a contribution to the discussion when things are amiss. It ain't hard to rack up a dozen column inches on deadline when everywhere you look you find shining examples of what's going wrong, who's not performing, and which ginger-haired midifielder might want to dial it back just a little.
Amid calls for this guy's head, or someone else's, and schollarly discertations on the vagaries of chance, and the role that blind dumb luck plays in the outcome of football matches, I've still not found a satisfactory answer to the overriding question: What do the Whitecaps need to do to succeed once again?
I've explored that mystery with not much success either -- unless I'll be fortunate enough to claim some Sports Awards plaque for penning: "The passing sucks." or "The build-up's too slow." Somehow, now matter what I craft, no matter how much linguistic conjuring I perform, I can't capture the beauty of the game that's been missing if you're a Vancouver Whitecaps fan. My feeble words pale as I try to latch onto words to properly express the artistry, the urgency, the wile, and the joy of great play. My canvas keeps fading to white.
Like most of us, when contemplating fine art, I don't know a Klee from a Kandinsky. Actually, I'm kinda partial to Bob Ross and his happy little clouds, but that's beside the point. We might not always fully appreciate genius in all its nuanced forms, but we can usually recognize it -- and spot crap in an instant.