Let me begin this edition of the Streamage with a random observation, cleverly fused with an obscure reference: Brek Shea looks like the guy who played Charlie Paddock in 'Chariots of Fire'.

Really, a little rain the stands are 2/3 empty? I thought Canadians were made of heartier stock. If there was snow on the ground, it'd be standing room only, I guess. Having said that, let me point out I freely acknowledge it takes a special kind of nerve for an FC Dallas partisan to engage in attendance-smack. On the other hand if it rained in Dallas, in July, it could only help; get the temperature down to a manageable low 90's, and we're all over it.

Toronto have a midfielder named Hscanovics. Never in my life have I seen a name that starts with three consonants. If you don't count Irish names like, oh, McCarty. Okay, so I have seen a name that starts with three consonants – but never those particular three.

Wow this game is boring. You know those people who paid top-dollar for the tables on the side of the field, just the other side of the advertising boards? Yeah, they're texting instead of watching. In the rain.

Mark down this day as the first time a television commentator mentioned the existence of 'Brek Shea to Europe” rumors.

Bruno Guarda is getting hacked up but good by the Toronto defense. [WARNING: TECHNICAL SOCCER ANALYSIS FOLLOWS] He's making some nice runs, with and without the ball. Dax is more of a hold and distribute kind of midfielder, different in category, not quality. I wouldn't mind seeing them work together when Dax gets healthy, though I don't know who comes off for Bruno once Dax is back.

Now I can hear from all of you who know more about tactics than I do, as to why that was completely wrong. It's okay, I can take it. As much as I love the game, when people start talking about formations and tactics, all I tend to hear is that sound it makes when you tune the radio randomly up and down the

dial. In fact, here, Reader's Digest version, is what I know about soccer: If you have the ball, dribble, pass or shoot. If you don't have the ball, either make yourself available for an outlet, make a run toward open space, or defend. If you're the keeper, cut down the angle and command the six yard box.

That's pretty much it, as far as I can tell. It matters very little whether you line up in a 4-3-2-1 or a 4-1-4-1, or a 3-2-4-1, or even a 1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1, as long as you play hard, play together, and, if you're Brazilian, play pretty.

The only other thing I know is that you should never sit on a one goal lead.

Oh, and short corners are a waste of time.

Oh, and artificial grass is an abomination.

Did I forget anything?

Anyway, no score at the half.

Kevin Hartman is having a good game. What a good pick-up that was for us. Why Kansas City discarded him like a rusty old tin can, I cannot figure. Speaking as a staunch and unyielding fan of the great Darío Sala – I am happy we were able to get Kevin to Dallas.

I'm watching the CBC feed of the game, and it is absolutely fascinating watching the advertisements for Canadian prime time programming. It's like being in a parallel universe. It's essentially the same shows, but with people you don't recognize, and less gun-play.

George John is taking a beating today, as well, but only because he's the type of kid who's not afraid to stick his head in there and not worry about the consequences. Which I like. In fact he's taken a knock to the head that is bleeding and he's had to come off. But the plain fact is I'm liking George John more and more every single week, and it's fun watching him come in to his own as a professional.

I hope he'll enjoy Scandinavia

(He said ruefully, eschewing the idea while sensing its inevitability).

Oh, so the sun finally comes out and Toronto immediately score a goal. Great, at least now we know how to beat them in the future – make sure it rains, or play indoors. They're like the opposite of a vampire; they need the daylight to live. It was a nice goal, I'll admit, but I hate being behind with only a half-hour to play. Well, frankly, I hate being behind, end of sentence.

I've gotten spoiled by our unbeaten streak, too. Being undefeated in six games is like getting high-speed internet, or a high-def television. You just can't go back to a dialup connection, or standard resolution. You just can't.

I like it here in winner-land; don't make me go back to loserville. I don't want to go back. I won't go back. You can't make me go back.

OH! DIPSY SELELOWANE! HOLY JABULANI! Equaliserrrrrrrrrr!

Milton Rodriguez gets his first goal for the team. Beautiful snap-header, followed by some gentle mocking of the Toronto crowd, putting his hands to his ears asking where the noise is. I knew I liked this guy.

It's such a more confident, composed, and competitive team this year. I can't put my finger on quite what the difference is. I think it has something to do with the captaincy of Hernandez, the assertive play of Ferreira, the addition of Rodriguez, and just the natural maturing of a fairly young team.

Whatever it is, me likey.

Cunningham comes on with less than 10 minutes to play. I'd like to see Jeff get a winner. He is a guy that thrives on confidence, and he could use the boost.

Atiba Harris has nearly gotten the winner twice in the last minutes. This is a team that really doesn't want to settle for a point on the road. That warms my heart to no end. It could be, people, that Senhor Schellas has managed to bring back the fuego to FC Dallas. There is no telling how far this team could go with just a touch of that mythical ingredient (I refer to the fuego as being mythical, not coach Hyndman).

Five minutes of stoppage time. Toronto are pressing, but we are not bunkering in. Good sign. I don't mind getting a point on the road, as long as we're not playing for a point, if you see my point. As it were. If you will.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Dario just got a red card, and he's not even playing. The ball went out of bounds by the Dallas bench, and Dario threw it back on the field, while play was stopped. For this he gets tossed? Mr. Jurisevic called a terrific game, but that was completely ridiculous. Give thou me a breaketh.

So, anyway, it's a draw. I'm pretty happy with it, too. Unbeaten in seven, and playing with spirit and confidence. Life is good, footballistically speaking.

See you next week for Colorado.