Revs vs Galaxy: Aftermath

The game ended, and Q and I stood there a long time, waiting for the aisles to empty out, not bothering to try to muscle our way up through the crowd. Besides which, we're yokels from the Berkshires - there's still plenty for us to gawk at even when the game is over. And after ten minutes or so, a couple of the Revs players came over to the sidelines to talk to and shake hands with the fans. We were all of fifty feet away, so Q started working his way down, Sharpie in hand, to see if he could get the players to sign his France national team jersey. The players were Steve Ralston:



and Taylor Twellman -



- the latter in street clothes, apparently injured. But both evaporated before Q could work his way down, and we headed to the exits to make our way toward Autograph Alley.

This was where three or four Revs would be made available after the game for autographs. We had been there just as we got to the stadium, but now they had moved the barriers to make a long corridor for the players to walk in, allowing the fans all along the barriers to reach across and have them sign their soccer balls or pennants or what have you. Q wriggled his way in and held out his shirt to Amaechi Igwe:



- who looked perplexed, but signed it in the middle of the back, up between the shoulders. And then Q found his way to Sainey Nyassi -



- and held out his sleeve (he'd since put his jersey back on), which the Gambian midfielder quietly signed.

Q was thrilled, and I said I thought we should try to work our way around the stadium to where the visiting team would board its bus, and see if we could get any of them to sign an autograph. I thought the odds were low, but what the heck - they were a lot better then than they would ever be again, probably. So Q, somewhat reluctantly, came along. He really wanted to go back to the hotel and swim - but he really wanted autographs, too, so I had to guide him through the logical process that showed that, no, swimming could happen regardless whether we did this now or not. So it was best to do this.

We walked past an open barricade that said "No Public Access", since the area was thinly populated by people in Revs jerseys, kids, pickup soccer games. Seemed no one was being excluded. And soon we were in front of a glassed-in lobby area, and looking in, I saw Twellman again. I pointed it out to Q - and soon we spotted a number of other players. We probably could have simply walked in there - no one was guarding the door, and it wasn't locked. But that seemed like a bit much to me, and soon they started to filter out anyway. Mostly, they seemed happy to have their pictures taken with people (though Twellman insisted on no flash), and the long and the short of it is that Q also got autographs from Twellman, Jeff Larentowicz:



and Jay Heaps:



After that, Q had had enough, and I wasn't about to make him stand around, or walk another half mile all told to see if we could get close to the Galaxy. His French national jersey is now signed by five New England Revolution players. Fitting, in a way, since the jersey was a gift from his grandmother for his birthday, and the ticket was a gift from his aunt.

Back to the hotel, swimming and hot tub, bed, sleep, home. Man, this has been a lot of writing - a very memorable trip, all in all. For both of us. And we're damn likely to do it again.