By Tim Nash
Sept. 13, 2001 — I went to a soccer game on Thursday, Sept. 13. It was perhaps the best game I have ever seen.
Roughly 58 hours after terrorists attacked us, my three-year-old son and I were able to watch Glen Hope Baptist play West End Design in an Under-11 game in Burlington, N.C. Colleges and pro sports had all — understandably and rightly — suspended their schedules, finding it tremendously inappropriate to play games given the events of Sept. 11.
But the kids played on.
It was a remarkable sight, seeing soccer fields filled with kids – more than 100 of them. They ran, they laughed, and they cheered. For an hour or so, they were free from the questions and fears they now have. Continue reading
By Tim Nash
As the years go on and the memories from the early days of the U.S. women’s national team get dustier and dustier, the players from those days get drowned out by the incredible amount of information available to fans about today’s stars.
It’s a shame, really that there was no You Tube in 1991. Too bad, the 1991 World Cup was on the other side of the world, and the one or two American media members covering it in China couldn’t post their articles immediately on the internet, which barely existed then.
What we missed was not only Michelle Akers’ remarkable 10 goals in six games, but a chance to see Carin Jennings (Gabarra) display her dribbling talents in her prime.
“I remember trying out for a state team in California, and she was there,” said Julie Foudy in the new book It’s Not the Glory. “The first time I saw her, I was like, ‘Who the hell is that girl?’ She was just tearing through teams. She would literally tear through five defenders and score. I was in awe.”