Bruce Arena continues to blur the boundaries that separate a forward from a midfielder, but one thing remains clear: You can take the player out of the position, but you can't take the position out of the player.
It's Monday afternoon on the East Coast, and some three thousand miles west, Bruce Arena is furiously scribbling meaningless equations and endless combinations of names on a dusty chalkboard in the back of an LA Galaxy film room.
This is the life of a mad scientist, or an abstractionist, surrealist sculptor, hell-bent on stretching a 4-4-2 into unrecognizable shapes and contortions.