Black and white are never the colors of game issue soccer balls. Well that's not entirely accurate. They can be black and white but they're not in that typical black-white-black-white pattern that's so cliche'd by movies. They have spirals and squiggles and sometimes even giant check marks in red that span across only one face of the ball.
It's early by about an hour. There's no one else here on this wide open plain. It's more destitute and solemn than a graveyard. Field after field of white lines and circles. There are steel metal frames with fading rope nets. Empty benches. The pavilions and snack bar are closed. The sun has gone down to the point where I can't see it anymore, but deep orange light still fills the sky. There's no warmth and no sound, but just as I come to this realization, a strong breeze whips through my clothes and comes at my ears at an angle that makes me think it's howling.
My eyes fall to the very back of the complex, where a rusty fence separates the manicured fields from the wild brown grasses. Leaning against the fence is a goalpost graveyard. Frames have been bent and rusted and stacked upon each other to rot. The nets haven't been taken down and they hang down like withering skin. Something about the sight is frightening to me and I turn around, facing the other side of vastness. I feel like Nadja when I turn around. There is a swirl of dust rising in the dirt parking lot, forming a menacing figure intending to sweep over me and cover me in time and rot and decay.
There's only one thing to do to escape the fear of being alone with time. I lay back on the ground and pick up my ball. It's orange and blue. I toss it up in the air and let it fall back down to me. I toss it up again and let it fall back down.
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A cycene’s blog is all about the love of soccer. I found it very fascinating when soccer balls were used as a life metaphor. Life isn’t black and white. It is complicated and messy. There are spins and spirals that turn our lives upside down. The use of the soccer ball is really great because the soccer ball gets kicked around and it spins and turns. Just like life. This metaphor is almost genius. It just makes sense in so many ways that a simple toy can relate to the complexities of life. The scene of the game is attractive, it seems like the game is over. It’s empty and desolate. That’s what the tone of the piece is interlaced with; desolation. “There is a swirl of dust rising in the dirt parking lot, forming a menacing figure intending to seep over me and cover me in time and rot and decay.” There is more than a soccer field being described here. The author is possibly describing her feelings at the moment. I wonder if it has to do with the game or just the author’s life in general.
ReplyDeleteThe blog as whole was interesting. I wonder why the words black and white were in red. It was never really explained, and in all honesty, it threw me off a little bit. The text was too small. It was very difficult to read. In fact, I had to copy and paste it and enlarge it to read it and comprehend the text. I would also like to understand why the words orange and blue are representing the other’s color. Does it have to do with change, and “tossing it up”? It was also disarming. The cursive text was appealing. It made the text much more thought-like.