Sometimes it’s hard to know what to think.
There were times during Minnesota United’s failed summer home stand – the first half of the Houston game, most of the Seattle game – where I felt like a time machine had transported me back to March. Meanwhile, back at HQ, the front office spent the summer transfer window grabbing every winger that wasn’t nailed down, seemingly oblivious to the team’s shortcomings at central midfield. Looking ahead to daunting road games at Seattle and Chicago, I saw dark clouds on the horizon, and not the ones who lead clever chants behind the goal.