It’s crazy to think the scenes we saw at the Final have played out more than a hundred times before. First in roped-off fields without any stands, then in rustic stadiums made out of wood, and now, in gleaming 21st-century venues like Q2 in Austin. It makes you wonder how this Open Cup Final will be remembered a hundred years from now. Will people remember the thunderous chants and Latin-infused beats cascading from the crowd? Will they recall VAR technology (something impossible to envision at the first Final in 1914) reviewing over a couple of penalties? Or will it be those shots of Nashville SC players capturing the first major trophy in Tennessee sports history? We can’t know. But there’s a strange comfort in knowing that—in victory and defeat—all of us present got to become part of that everlasting Open Cup thread that ties us back to our soccer forefathers. It’s nice to think that in their own way, our “ancestors” felt exactly like all of us did on Wednesday during the Fina...