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Sean Pitts / Orlando Sentinel
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Charles King / Orlando Sentinel
Sean Pitts / Orlando Sentinel
Jacob Langston / Orlando Sentinel
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Jacob Langston / Orlando Sentinel
Sean Pitts / Orlando Sentinel
Sean Pitts / Orlando Sentinel
Sean Pitts / Orlando Sentinel
Sean Pitts / Orlando Sentinel
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Joe Burbank / Orlando Sentinel
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Jacob Langston / Orlando Sentinel
Sean Pitts / Orlando Sentinel
Sean Pitts / Orlando Sentinel
Sean Pitts / Orlando Sentinel
Jacob Langston / Orlando Sentinel
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Sean Pitts / Orlando Sentinel
Sean Pitts / Orlando Sentinel
Joe Burbank / Orlando Sentinel
Joe Burbank / Orlando Sentinel
Charles King / Orlando Sentinel
Jacob Langston / Orlando Sentinel
Joe Burbank / Orlando Sentinel
Sean Pitts / Orlando Sentinel
Sean Pitts / Orlando Sentinel
Sean Pitts / Orlando Sentinel
Sean Pitts / Orlando Sentinel
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Joe Burbank / Orlando Sentinel
Jacob Langston / Orlando Sentinel
Joe Burbank / Orlando Sentinel
Joe Burbank / Orlando Sentinel
Sean Pitts / Orlando Sentinel
Sean Pitts / Orlando Sentinel
Charles King / Orlando Sentinel
Sean Pitts / Orlando Sentinel
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Charles King / Orlando Sentinel
Jacob Langston / Orlando Sentinel
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Sean Pitts / Orlando Sentinel
Orlando’s great melting pot has four wheels and runs on diesel.
A stream of buses transports Orlando City Soccer Club fans between downtown and Camping World Stadium on game days. Old, young, male, female, all manner of race and socio-economic types are shuttled across town.
We’re jammed together, many wobbily standing inside this purple-people eater.
We’re optimistic about the immediate future.
We’re loud but silently judging jerseys. Fans sporting the “authentic” look — the gold piping on the neckline is a telltale sign — feel superior. Fans in “replica” attire wonder why anyone pays $120 for gold piping.
We lurch westward in a wandering route through Parramore. We pass the under-construction soccer stadium.
After the game, we make stabs at the attendance. We recap the goals and the so-unfair referee. If the home team wins — or, this year, if it’s a thrilling tie — someone starts the ORLAAAAAANDO cheer. The rest of the bus responds with “CIIIIII-TY.”
We’re bound by purple — and the desire to save 20 bucks or so on stadium parking.
Dewayne Bevil writes about theme parks and attractions. He can be reached at dbevil@orlandosentinel.com.