So last week, I’m hanging out with a couple of staffers for the Colorado Rapids during a practice. “Hanging out” may be putting wrong. Really, I was just standing there while they talked to each other.
Tim Howard was injured throughout preseason. He’d still be at training, but he’d be mostly giving advice to players, maybe helping out with a drill here and there.
He looks over at the three of us.
“I see you smiling over there mother f*****! I’m about to ruin your whole day! We are at war!”
Nope. I don’t know what prompted that either. I don’t think it was directed at me. The other guys didn’t seem to know what it was about either.