Despite the apartment-dominating flat-screen my plus-one insists on having, it’s still more fun to watch the Sounders’ away games among a group, the more raucous the better, than at home. The best we’ve discovered is Kangaroo & Kiwi, an antipodean-themed bar rather incongruously housed in an old Carnegie Library building in Ballard (recently relocated, K&K was formerly an Aurora Avenue dive on the same block as Beth’s). The floors are wooden and creaky; the walls covered in maps and memorabilia; the menu tends to the heavy and heart-unhealthy (fried egg on your burger, mate?); the center bar space and its two flanking rooms are airy and spacious. Even they get packed for big games, though, most memorably the victory last November that marked the Sounders’ first advance ever beyond the first round of MLS playoffs. For 80 minutes the place was packed, the match scoreless, the tension debilitating. Then, in the 81st, Mario Martinez scored what would be the game-winner. Strangers embraced strangers. Strong men wept. A rainbow arced across the sky, a flock of doves soared heavenward, and a marching band in full dress came down the street playing the “Hallelujah Chorus.” At least as I recall it.