We woke up that morning with the ambitious idea of crossing the border and watching El Tri’s crucial knockout match down in Mexico… Thirty minutes into the drive out of Houston, we realized one of us had left our passports behind many miles ago. It was maybe for the best. We probably wouldn’t have made it across on time for kickoff anyway. But sitting in a random coffee shop trying to regroup, we got an even better idea. Last year, we’d driven our beloved bus over to Austin for the US Open Cup Final, and the fans there had blown our minds. Spending just a few days with losverdesatx felt like being with family you never knew you had. Warm, welcoming, and a blast both in and out of the stands. (We’ll never forget passing around bottles of tequila and pizza pies at Tifo practice). So it was a no-brainer, we HAD to go to Austin. We really cut it close on timing but pulled up to Hopsquad Brewing—where we’d parked the bus all those months ago—just as the game was starting. We’ve never f...