What it was like
A hundred and twenty miles of coast separate these two clubs, and neither city has been quiet about it since the day the second one existed. That is what a derby actually is — not a marketing term, a dispute. The Galaxy arrive with five MLS Cups and thirty years of institutional authority, the weight of being the club everyone else in the region measured themselves against. San Diego arrives with a city that waited its entire sports life for something like this, and a squad that has made clear it has no interest in being the junior partner. The early meetings already showed what this can be: physical, fast, hostile in the best sense, decided by moments people are still arguing about weeks later. Snapdragon in Mission Valley gets louder for this than for anything else on the schedule, and the traveling section gives the home end something to shout down. Wear the shirt. Take the person who will yell with you.