I’ll never forget the first time I entered the Barra Brava halftime drum circle. Two big bellied Bolivians banging away on bass drum with ferocity that rattles the ribcage. I came in full beer in hand, rookie mistake, and it was not long until the beers from others were flying into the mix. I jumped up and down, brothers in arms chanting their favorite songs. It was a rave and tribal gathering all in one, the common bonds being DC United and a chance to get rowdy!