the only way I can go to sleep tonight is to write something - so hum "The Gambler" in your mind as you read this: On a bitter winter's day, in a game bound for greatness We met up with a trophy, the one we'd tried to seek. So we took turns a starin' at Salt Lake and their egos, 'Til excitement overtook us, and it began to speak. It said, "Sporting, you've made a season, out of making people angry, And knowing how to play a foul, yet still come off as nice, So if you don't mind me saying, I can see your faces hungry, For a taste of the glory, I'll give you some advice." So we raised up our voices, and filled the Park with noises, Then it turned half around, and reflected all the light. And the crowd got loud and crazy, supporting Sporting KC Said, "If you're gonna paint the wall, boys, you better tear them up tonight." "Zusi, know when to pass it, Benny, when to flash it, Ike, when to read the cross, and CJ, when to run. Besler cranks a throw-in, Jimmy's saving cause he's able, You'll be etching your name in silver, when the battle's won Now ev'ry player knows, that the secret to defeating, Is knowing what to feed in, and how to pack the box Cause one goal is contender, and three goals for the winner And the best they can play is when the stadium rocks." So when it'd finished speakin', we turned back toward the green pitch, Home field advantage, the game is up to you And somewhere in confetti, the trophy, it was lifted, And in 2013, the cup turned Sporting Blue ---- let's do this