My life on soccer

As I became older, I continued to covet the black-and-white struggles of sport. Even now, at the ripe and mature age of sixteen, I still play the same David and Goliath mind-games. For example, when I go on a training run in Central Park, I envision myself taking the baton as the anchor leg of the 4x800 relay at Madison Square Garden with three men to catch and chasing them all down, while 10,000 spectators are cheering, ¡°Go Seamus, Go!¡± These games are more evident on the soccer field. I hear the announcer say as I practice, ¡°James Gormley prepares himself to strike what could be the winning penalty kick in this, the 2002 World Cup, for the United States. He steps to the ball and...