Saturday In The Park: My First Philly Union Match

The Philadelphia Union defeated Chivas USA by a score of 3-0 Saturday and this guy was there to see it. Two rows off the field as a matter of fact, thanks to roommate Jrue. It was my first trip to PPL Park in Chester and I left impressed and entertained.

Whenever you witness three goals in a professional soccer match, it's a win, no matter who you're rooting for. Goals were scored by Alejandro Moreno, Sebastien Le Toux and the obligatory single-named Brazilian, Fred. Le Toux is a treat to watch. He's a hard worker who now has 11 goals and 10 assists this season, both team-leading stats.

Getting there: I took the SEPTA Regional Newark/Wilmington Line from 30th Street Station to the Chester Transportation Center. I didn't know whether to feel super safe or in danger thanks to what looked like the National Guard lined up outside of the Center. From there, we hopped on a quick shuttle bus ride to PPL Park. For drivers, parking seemed to be scattered throughout the area. I think people were tailgating in a church parking lot, getting their God on with some beers.

The Park: Perfectly constructed for an MLS team, with an 18,500 capacity. A nice view of the Delaware River from the seats. No break on the concession prices, despite the fact that only 10 percent of Americans actually remember what soccer is during non-World Cup months. The $9 half pound hot dog looked delicious but I didn't spring for it.

The real fun happens at the River End section of PPL park, where the Sons of Ben bring hooliganism to Chester each home game. These guys provide a European feel to the game, chanting and singing in unison just like you would hear during a Manchester United match. I'm sure that section will grow as the team improves over the years.

With a Harrah's Casino just a few blocks from PPL Park, Chester sure is looking out for the little people. Now if they could just get a supermarket.

Looking forward to catching more games at PPL next season. Go soccer.

I can't think of an appropriate title for this one because I'm tired

Fall is right around the corner, which means football is here. Women across the country have to put up with their men constantly shushing them or backhanding them for interrupting game time. Am I the only who does that? I kid. Actually, I left my massively hungover better half home alone on the first NFL Sunday. I went to the bar. She detoxed. Here's to football season and wasting precious hours deciding whether or not to pick up the New Orleans Saints defense in your fantasy league!

Most Americans don't know who Kevin Durant is. Those people are communists. Durant, 22, recently lead Team USA to a gold medal finish at the 2010 FIBA World Championship and no one really seemed to care. Sure, it wasn't the Olympics but when the U.S. wins a championship in anything, you get off your ass and organize a parade in your hometown of Nowhereville, USA. Got it? What makes this so awesome is that Durant was the man (66 points over the last two games) on a team of mostly role players and super young dudes without much experience on the international level. He'll next represent America at the 2012 Olympics. You've got two years to get patriotic. Go.

I saw one movie this summer- Inception. It would have been better if my brain didn't explode trying figure out what the hell happened. I didn't pay $8.50 to think. I was on the fence about seeing The Town until I read the Philadelphia Weekly's review. It confirmed what I already knew: Ben Affleck's career is finished. He should probably spend more time with Jennifer Garner, who everyone forgot about as soon as she got together with that mush, Ben. I found an ad for The Town on the page after the poor review. Warner Bros. would like a refund for that one.

Looking forward to the fall TV season for a few reasons- Modern Family, How I Met Your Mother, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Boardwalk Empire. I will probably watch no more than one episode of each show but I like to pretend I know what I'm talking about when friends, colleagues and strangers discuss TV around me.

Finally, do people actually drink 5 Hour Energy? The dude in the commercials is straight up creepy.