Clearly, we can no longer rely on this club for any sort of entertainment, other than of the sado-masochistic sort. And it's become just as obvious to me that the only sensible and effective response to being a Crew fan is drink. I therefore propose that we let loose of our futile hopes that the Crew will give us any positive reason to imbibe anywhere near One Black & Gold Blvd, and arrange for the occasional get-together at a local watering hole; a bi-monthly Friday happy hour anyone? Admit it, we're all just sitting at home (or in the stadium) each week, cursing this team, our sad luck of being fans of it, and pounding back beers after beer in a desperate attempt to dull the rising tide of pain and frustration. Or is it just me? ...No, I didn't think so. So, any interest in the occasional Crew fan happy hour? It's got to be more fun than actually watching this team play. And, at happy hour prices, it'll be cheaper than therapy.