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Vol II: #74 My Inner World


Yesterday afternoon I watched the United States men’s soccer team beat Morocco 3-0 in a friendly exhibition. The US dominated from start to finish and it was a thrilling victory. Soccer is more enjoyable when the United States wins. After the game, I went for a walk and soon found myself caught up in an imaginary post-game press conference as I imagined being the head coach and how I would respond to questions from the media.

“Overall, I’m pleased with our performance today. I thought we made a lot of progress with how our forwards played and along the back line defenders. Morocco had their opportunities but we closed the gaps and limited the damage all night long.”

“What’s that? What did I see from Matt Turner in goal? Yes. I thought he played well given the circumstances. I’d like to see him clean up the loose balls, but he’s never out of position and communicates well with his defenders. That’s what we want from our keepers.”

“Well, it’s a good win, but we have a long way to go for the World Cup in November. Some guys are getting a look here in June, and some guys who aren’t here will likely make the roster in the fall. So we need to see who ready and who needs more time.”

I can picture the lights- blinding me from seeing the facial features of the reporters- and the feel of the plastic water bottle in my hands. My demeanor toward the media is stern but fair. After all, they are there to sell ad space and the truth is rarely a concern.


I’m nearly 42 years-old and I still have imaginary moments with imaginary actors like I’m a kid. It’s probably why I like the movie Walter Mitty. And, being honest, I feel ashamed about it. Men are suppose to be a certain way. We are meant to be strong and grounded and logical. So, what grown man lives in his head as I do? What adult men are as emotional as they are logical? But, this is who I am. I see myself as strong and logical, and all the other bits too. And even though I’m certain my imaginary world can be a place to escape, it is something to be treasured and protected.