Today marked (1) the home opener for the Washington Mystics; (2) my family's return as season ticket holders; and (3), likely, the end of our attendance of live basketball games. At one year old, our daughter has reached the age where the maximum amount of time she is willing to sit in a seat is about two and a half minutes. And the Verizon Center is not exactly conducive to toddlers wobbling about. Such is life.
The minor tragedy is how entertaining this year's Mystics team is. We showed up late, with about seven minutes gone in the first quarter and Washington had managed one point. By the time we got food and made our way to our seats, the recovery had begun and we were treated to a confident performance by a familiar face. Marissa Coleman is worth the price of all of our season tickets for whatever games we can make it to.
At RFK on Thursday night, DC United's match with the New York Red Bulls featured Rodney Wallace at center-mid and Jeremy Hall at right back. Both played well but, at times, looked overmatched. Although it is early days, Marissa Coleman's transition appears to be speeding along flawlessly.
One other takeaway from the game: I had forgotten how good Alana Beard's offensive game is. Her use of dribble penetration to get a defender on her heels to open up a step back jump shot is a thing of simple (and deadly) beauty.
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