This team is doomed to mediocrity, at best, as long as it plays in the Swamp. It's not Nick. It's not Clint. It's not Kevin Payne or Phil Anshutz. It's not the ticket prices or the away uniforms. It's not Shep Messing, Rob Stone, MSG or ESPN. It's not Kenny Arena. It's not the home uniforms that are too tight. It's not MPF, or noon kickoffs in August. It's not horns. It's not the weather, or Wednesday night games. It's not Jusko or Moreno. It's not a lack of beer, or too much beer. It's not Bob Bradley, or Bill Bradley for that matter. It's not Charlie Stillitano. The reason this team has never succeeded is because it plays in a life-sucking black hole of a stadium surrounded by nothing but concrete parking lots, which is infected by the toxic waste which was dumped in the land beneath it. The football lines that appear on the field every August slow our players down, or confuse them so that they can no longer score or prevent the other team from scoring. The 60,000 empty seats are like ice cubes which freeze the hearts of both players and fans. Yes, there's a bad karma at the Meadowlands and there's a bad karma attached to the MetroStars. Coincidence? I think not.