You inherited the "Juga bonita!" big wheel as a freshman. Explain this odd little tradition and what you think of it.
Well, this is a unique tradition for LEGS where each year a freshman or new person to the team gets chosen by the last year's inheritor(?) to receive the tricycle award for that year. It's kind of a cheesy metaphor for the new, small, child-like rookie who exhibits the most potential, improvement, etc. Also, during the year you have the trike (and you're not really sure what to do with it so it sits in your garage or attic) you must add something to it, often referring to an inside joke of the season.
Well, this is a unique tradition for LEGS where each year a freshman or new person to the team gets chosen by the last year's inheritor(?) to receive the tricycle award for that year. It's kind of a cheesy metaphor for the new, small, child-like rookie who exhibits the most potential, improvement, etc. Also, during the year you have the trike (and you're not really sure what to do with it so it sits in your garage or attic) you must add something to it, often referring to an inside joke of the season.
Strawberry-rubarb pie.
One of your teammates says you wear your food. Are you going to take this? Defend yourself. Or not.
For some time I've been trying tirelessly to introduce food into the fashion and make-up industries. So far, it has not become trendy...yet.
Someone once said you wear two different socks because you don’t have time to match. Tell us the real secret.
When I was a kid I used to get these reoccurring nightmares. It was always a very stormy night and the power was out in our house. I would walk all through the house looking for a family member and finally upstairs I'd see a candle in one room. In that room was an 80-year old version of me...matching socks. Piles and piles of socks. I've vowed to never become that person.
When I was a kid I used to get these reoccurring nightmares. It was always a very stormy night and the power was out in our house. I would walk all through the house looking for a family member and finally upstairs I'd see a candle in one room. In that room was an 80-year old version of me...matching socks. Piles and piles of socks. I've vowed to never become that person.
How has this team changed since day 1?
Well everyone's shook off the rust that comes from not having played a good game of soccer in awhile, so touches have improved and passing and shooting. But also getting to know each other better, as players and teammates. We know each other's strengths and weaknesses on the field, and who doesn't eat their Goodcents cookie.
What’s been the most valuable thing said by player or coach that’s stuck with you?
Last year Caleb gave me a poster to keep during the state tournament. I hung it on the ceiling over my bed and looked at it every day and before I went to bed. It read, "Shoot. To hell with the questions." I think that's what it said, at least...
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