We learned a few things from the Los Angeles Galaxy's 1-1 draw with the Chicago Fire. We learned that Bruce Arena's men ended their scoring drought. We learned that Tristan Bowen played one of the poorest games of his career as a member of the G's.
But most importantly, we learned that Omar Gonzalez, like a song from Walt Disney's adaptation of "Hercules," turned from zero to hero in a matter of a few minutes.
In the 87th minute, he was stoppage time away from being labeled the goat for the Galaxy with a rash challenge on the Fire's John Thorrington. That allowed Collins John to convert a free kick near the 18-yard box to give Chicago a 1-0 lead.
This is what I don't get about Ricketts. He gave so much space to his left on that free kick that you could literally convert that blind.
It was a freebie waiting to happen. I'm still waiting for him to maintain a shutout after a continuous habit of giving up bad goals left and right. Just unacceptable.
Deep into stoppage time, Gonzalez made up for his costly tackle by scoring on a header from Landon Donovan in the 91st minute. Hello, hello, hello; there's another thing we learned on Saturday: they can still score off of set pieces.
Another things we learned: even with 10 men, Chicago can still lead a match. And shame on you, Landon Donovan. This should have been 2-1. But failing to capitalize on a red card to Gonzalo Segares for the elbow to Leonardo just won't cut it.
Donovan has been struggling to find his scoring form, and he and Edson Buddle will continue to do so as long as they provide unimaginative looks on the attack.
Tristan Bowen...oh dear, what a letdown. How dare you fail to get the fundamentals down pat when connecting on a pass, making a pass.
This young man would have made an impact if the basics had already registered. Bowen was a flat-out embarassment on Saturday.
His replacement, Bryan Jordan, didn't fare any better with his bad touches. As the Offspring song title puts it: "The Kids Aren't Alright."
I do appreciate Dema Kovalenko's toughness and Sean Franklin's grit near the end. We would love to see more of this as the rest of the regular season unfolds.
My man of the match goes to Todd Dunivant: the only consistent player on the pitch donning the white strip of the Galaxy at Toyota Park.
This just makes you wonder: if David Beckham returns to help finish off the rest of the season, can he be the spark plug this reeling Galaxy team needs? I would hope so.
Give him 15-20 minutes to generate some production as a provider, and I would imagine things will change.
And Juninho, please, for the love of all things Bruce Almighty, get your family business finished out. This team misses your presence.
Finally, to Edson Buddle, I say this: snap out of your funk. Now. There is no need for you to quit near the end of the second half. Edson Buddle's intensity has been on the downswing, and it showed on Saturday.
Holy Daughters of El Kabong, that is another team that the Los Angeles Galaxy failed to do well against. At least the losing streak is over; will the winless streak follow suit when the Crew come to Victoria Street?