When I heard that Nathan Davis had stepped down this winter as Woodinville soccer coach, I felt bummed out. In my time with the Woodinville Weekly, Davis had been one of my favorite people.
To understand my appreciation, we must take stock of my background. I practically emerged from the womb as a football, basketball and baseball guy. My earliest memories as a kid revolve around wearing a football helmet, carrying a football and careening off walls to simulate getting tackled.
I tried soccer once in the first grade. A sunny afternoon at the Bellevue Boys Club. I played in half a scrimmage before approaching the coach in dismay. I told him I didn’t see the point to all this. I said I was going to wait for my dad to pick me up.
When I was in college, two of my best friends were from Quebec and France, respectively. They locked me in a room with them to watch the World Cup. They thought they could convert me. They thought wrong.Read more ...