Thursday, September 13, 2012
Number 6
Every year I got on a new soccer team, I would usually make one or two friends, three if I was really lucky. The friendships would usually end as soon as the season was over though. I trained every day, practicing twice as long at home on the days we were supposed to have off. I wanted to become good and I really didn't care about anything or anyone else, so I kept to myself. I remember several extreme occasions where my dad and I practiced trapping the ball and slowing it with the side of my foot, but without making it come to a complete stop, hours after the sun went down. I was taught how to run, how to anticipate, how to dribble, how to fake, how to trap, how to scissor-step, how to double-step, how to hip-check, how to take corner kicks, how to take penalty kicks, and a list of many more things which I have now forgotten. For some coaches more than others, I was a more useful instrument. For the longest time I was a Sweeper on defense-the last man. I controlled the field and called the shots, telling my teammates where to go and how to support each other. Some listened more than others. The times they did listen, our defense was impenetrable and I was thought of as an unlucky omen for opposing teams. From then on I took up the number 13. It was like my charm and a mental boost for me. The only year I couldn't have it was the last year I played in high school, so I took the next unlucky number I could think of-6. I can still hear the coach's voice, full of excitement, tension, and muster from the sidelines, shouting as I fought against another girl for possession of the ball, "Get her 6! Get her!"
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The first thing I notice about the blog is the title, which I find to be intriguing, questioning to myself “how can perfection be inadequate?” I then notice your blog background. It is definitely a good indication of what the theme of the blog is which creates a good consistency. However, I’m turned off by the way you had to edit the picture to keep your anonymity. I think you could find a different picture that would portray your blog’s intention without having to so obviously hide the identity of the pictures. You could find a way to keep the blog anonymous without so obviously trying to be anonymous. I think you did a great job with your choice of font, also keeping them consistent (too many fonts are my pet peeve!) and also creating a nice contrast from the content, sporty juxtaposed with a classy clean font. The written portion was very easy to read and also entertaining (this means a lot because I have very little interest in sports). You very clearly portray your dedication to the sport in a diary-type format. I’m interested in the photo you chose. Do the shoes hanging on the door indicate that they are used often or not so often? The text seems to be a reminiscent one but it doesn’t seem to necessarily imply that you no longer play the sport and in fact if I were to guess I would think that you did still play since is has been something so important to you. My mind just sees the pictures and insists that you “hung them up,” retired them. The first sentence of your text made me think you were going to write about friendship or a lack-there-of but you only refer to friendship again as something you couldn’t be bothered with because of your complete dedication to the sport. I can also see how this issue of friendship could relate to your blog title. Maybe being perfect at soccer still leaves you inadequate with other parts of life. I’d like to see further development of your blog title; It’s an awesome one.
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