Since the 3-0 win over Olympique Lyon to seal our place in the Champions League final in Madrid, and the 3-1 over Bochum last Saturday to essentially give us the Bundesliga title, I have pondered what to write. And thought. And agonized. And paced.

I’ve got nothing. I’m speechless.

I could write about Ivica Olic’s fabulous hat trick against a French side that looked like it could be hardly bothered to show up. I could write about Bayern still getting no amount of respect from the press, which widely stated that the Inter - Barcelona match should’ve been the final. I could - but it’s all been written about to death.

I could, also, write about Thomas Mueller’s hat trick on Saturday, coupled with Schalke’s loss to Werder Bremen, that has, for all intents and purposes, given us the Bundesliga title. (No one really thinks Schalke are going to score 18 on anyone, now, do they?) I could write about a back four, while porous at times, has stood up exactly when it needed to. (Mr. Lahm, you are mostly excused.)

I could write about how amazingly awesome the display by the fans in the Allianz Arena was! But, you’ve seen that yourselves. And how the other three teams tried, with varying degrees of success, to match us. Inter? Meh. Lyon? Insert joke about French waving flags here. Barca? Close, but no cigar.

Pack ma’s, indeed.

I could tell you that I cried when we beat Lyon. And then ran around my fair city for the rest of the night, brandishing shawls and a flag, emptying pubs of their Jaegermeister supply. And, I could tell you that on Saturday night, after the win against Bochum, I did it all again.

So, I could, I could, I could. But, I won’t.

As a - if I may be so bold to call myself - a writer, I relished the beginning of this season, with so many new signings and a new coach. There was much to write about, and so much hope! Hope laced, of course, with caution. Don’t expect too much. This system will take time to work itself out.

And so, the caution came to fruition with a spell in the middle where nothing seemed to be working. Thirteen points off the lead in the Bundesliga. Toni, Baumjohann, Braafheid? Loaned. Tymo, Klose, Gomez? Benched. Consecutive losses to Bordeaux in the Champions League group stages. And who, among us, didn’t think Louis van Gaal was about to get the axe?

This is where it all became difficult for me. It’s tough to write about your team when everything seems to be going against you.

And then the pivotal match against Juventus happened. With Bayern bereft of “Robbery”, no one gave us any hope. In Turin, LVG picked his men up… and demolished Juventus 4:1. That match will forever remain in my top 5 Bayern matches of all time.

So, it became easier and easier to write again. Clawing up the Bundesliga chart, squeezing our way through the Champions League, and beating Schalke to advance to the DFB Pokal final. These were exciting times! With hope restored!

And now, here we sit, upon the precipice of greatness. A team that wins a treble is one that is remembered for all time. (See: Manchester United ‘99, Barcelona ‘09.) Three matches left, three trophies to covet. I find myself just trying to drink it all in, to remember everything I can. From the matches I saw during the Oktoberfest, to the injury time winner I witnessed against United. All the lovely emails I have received; the unexpected sharing of passion, frustration, doubt and glory. It has all been amazing! And yes, has left me speechless.