You Learn

I recently encountered an intense feeling of déjà vu.

In 2009, during preseason with FC Gold Pride I pulled my quad. I was out for three weeks of preseason.

Editors Note: For the record, the only two preseasons I have gotten injured in are the only two preseasons where we haven’t done any straight up running for fitness. My body is so stupid.  (more…)

Sweet 16

Lately I have been fortunate enough to work with some of America’s youth… the future of our lovely earth, the only hope I have of a potential retirement plan. I’m a soccer coach. And I think a mentor. But if any of the kids I coach become president, we are surely screwed. Haha. Just kidding. They’re great. But I would be scared. Just kidding. For real. I joke a lot. (more…)

Hey Joe

“Why do you have a video copy of the 1979 Cotton Bowl?”

Yeah, that’s a question I get asked sometimes if people take a wander around my bedroom. Usually they comment on things like, I don’t know, the 20 photos/posters of myself and possibly the trophy case I carried upstairs and put together by myself from Ikea with no help from anyone.

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(Just Like) Starting Over

“The scariest moment is always just before you start.”
Stephen King – On Writing

Every year for the past 100 or so years, I have embarked on a very simple and stated process during my soccer career: preseason, season, off season. Sometimes one is longer than it should be. Sometimes one goes the entire year. Sometimes they all kind of just overlap each other and feel like a huge blur.

No matter what segment I’m going into though, there’s always the sense of wonderment that comes with the unknown. And yeah, it’s scary. (more…)

Why I love 3v3

I have this thing I do where I declare things with an intense authority.

Like – Saint Bernards are the cutest dogs ever. Or My grandma makes meatballs better than any other grandma. Or Miracle Whip is the worst thing ever invented.

I just feel very strongly about certain things. I stick to my guns. I know what I know. I like what I like.

With that said, Dorothy Mantooth is a saint! JK.
The absolute best kind of pickup soccer is 3v3. And no one can ever change my mind. And here is why.  (more…)

I Can’t Get No Bad Distractions

Have you ever had to watch something unravel without being able to stop it?

That’s what happened to me yesterday while I was juggling. Every touch of the ball made it worse and worse and finally, by 403, my shoelace was completely undone.

I’m a pretty agile 30-year-old. That’s what my mom says anyway. (She also claims I should be much better at the timed mile, grrr). But avoiding an undone shoelace has never been a distraction I could easily handle. I’m kind of that kid that stops playing in the dirt because she has dirt on her hands. (more…)

Great (Eye) Balls of Fire

I’m not crazy. (Well, keep reading, I might be a little)

I don’t listen to all of my sudden urges though. Imagine if I did?

I would be out for 1 am runs quite often. And probably have a white board in my car with things written on them for certain drivers that pass by. And maybe wear my Batman mask through the Dunkin Donuts drive thru. (I’ll have a Batte-that was a stretch). (more…)