A List of Things That Make Me Laugh

By special request I'm here to write for you beautiful people. As its my blog and I do what I want, I created a list of things to do that make me smile.

1. Walk around with one of those child leashes dragging on the ground and start crying uncontrollably whenever anyone asks about it.

2. Go into a restaurant, refuse to speak, but instead write down everything you want. Order off the menu. When the server refuses, frown but order from the regular menu in a bizarre accent. Then tip generously and tell the server the service was wonderful in your normal voice.

3. Catch and tame a squirrel and train it to walk on a leash. Tell people it's a Dachshund and argue with them to the death about the veracity of that statement.

4. Dress up like a superhero to work but wear a tie.

5. Make references to antiquated technology for a full day (i.e. say you're going to forward your boss a telegram from a big client, ask if anyone has a floppy you can borrow to save some important documents)

6. Stare at a couple without looking away until they confront you. Calmly respond by asking them if they prefer corn on the cob or potato chips. Insist on an answer until they get freaked out and leave.

7. Go to a bar and strike up a conversation with a girl. If you hit it off and have a good conversation, suddenly whip out a ring and get down on one knee. Then walk away.

8. Ask a bartender for a succession of made-up drinks they're guaranteed not to have. When you sense the frustration level is high enough, say "Ahhh I don't drink anyway, can I just have a Sprite?" Then tip generously.

9. Wear two wildly different shoes and insist they're the same without budging. Do this all day. Then change into a different mismatched pair at lunch and say you fixed the problem.

10. Walk around a public area and stand next to people, staring at them and writing in a notebook. When they notice you, act surprised and scurry off.

Champions League Winners

Real Madrid is guaranteed to win the Champions League.

Well. At least they've guaranteed Bayern Munich or Inter Milan to win the Champions League.

The Dutch duo Arjen Robben and Wesley Sneijder have all but carried their respective squads to this year's final, displaying all the style, panache and lethal efficiency that prompted Madrid to splash the cash on them initially. That same talent that they displayed at Madrid. That... prompted Madrid to sell them.

Real Madrid offloaded two of their most consistent and effective attacking options in order to help raise cash as part of the effort to acquire the mercurial goalscoring machine Cristiano Ronaldo (I refuse to call him just Ronaldo) and the proven world-class talent Kaká, among a host of other big-name signings. While many thought it a prudent decision, others (myself included) wondered why Sneijder was sacrificed when his much less effective counterpart Rafael Van der Vaart was saved. Furthermore, why did a team devoid of depth on the wings deem it necessary to sell Arjen Robben and bring in Karim Benzema when a much-improved and already nearly world-class player Gonzalo Higuan was on the books?

Although Real Madrid made a strong start to the season, a lack of depth out wide and a strong attacking presence through the middle was telling at times. Kaká most unexpectedly floundered, while the team seemed to rely overly much on Cristiano Ronaldo to power through opposing defenses. As Pellegrini put more trust in the temperamental genius Guti, the team found more cohesion in attack, but one cannot help but wonder whether having both Guti and Wesley Sneijder as options through the middle would have helped push them through to the later stages in Champions League, Copa Del Rey and through more obstinate opponents in La Liga (especially given Sneijder's absolute dominance of Inter's midfield this season). By the same token, watching Arjen Robben's matchwinning performances for Bayern Munich, one cannot deny that that type of individual brilliance could not have helped Madrid bridge the small gap between them and their Catalan counterparts.

This is all conjecture. But Real Madrid's willingness to sacrifice proven players for "bigger and better" is all too well known to backfire. Zidanes and Pavones has not quite taken off, and the sale of Claude Makélélé will always be known as one of football's great transfer mistakes.

Milk & Cereal

I love milk and cereal. Cereal and milk.

Now that that's out of the way, let's talk about my Droid.

I love it. It's intuitive, powerful, flashy and just plain useful. From time to time (just like a normal computer) it will freeze up, but these instances are few and far between, nothing to really complain about.

The only real complaint I have is that it's so beautiful I have to keep it in a protective case. The Droid itself is wonderfully slim and the plastic covering is smooth and extremely comfortable in my hand. However, as I am part human, I am therefore prone to dropping it in the most inopportune of times. That means instead of dropping it when I'm sitting in a chair on plush carpet I'll probably drop it when I'm standing on a table above a stone floor. C'est la vie. And c'est the reason I have a case.

Apparently Swype keyboard is coming to the Droid, and I cannot WAIT. I tried it out and I would probably sacrifice a small cat (not a kitten) to get my hands on it for the free.

I really have nothing more to say on the subject, so I'll leave my loyal 3-person readership with this.

Baile Nuevo. The stuff of legend.

The Dirty Jerz!

This extended weekend (Friday-Monday) I went to the Dirty Jerz to visit @Yael_SkyBlueFC for @SkyBlueFC's home opener (why yes I did tie Twitter into my blog post, thanks very much). I had a great time, met some cool people and was happy to see Sky Blue come through with the win in a nervy 1-0 match.

Surprisingly, I enjoyed New Jersey. With all the stick the state gets with its Jersey Shore, Dirty Jerz stereotypes, the state itself has many redeeming qualities.

In places.

Some of Jersey deserves the stigma (see: Jersey Shore, Newark, etc.). However, most of the New Jersey I saw was pleasant, diverse and appeared to be a good place to live and even raise a family.

Now that I've said that, please memorize this message and destroy it.

That being said, I can't really hate on Jersey the way I used to. I thoroughly enjoyed my time there, and I would love to go back in the near future. Maybe I'll even throw in a fist-pump or two when I cross the border. But don't get crazy.

In & Out

For my loyal 3-person readership, I apologize. Every couple months or so, I re-enter the blogosphere to pledge my undying loyalty to "Nothing of Interest", write for around 4-5 days then disappear into the not-so-wild, not-so-blue yonder.

So what makes this different?

To be honest... Nothing. I can come back and say I'll try to be more consistent with my posts, and it'll be true. I will try. Kind of. By try I mean I'll click the link on my browser that says "Blog", sit in front of my blank screen for 3 minutes and then decide that no-one wants to hear my thoughts, and they're too complicated/ridiculous to write anyway. Then I'll go on Twitter and send a 140-character message that sums it up completely.

So here I am blogging again. About what, you ask? Nothing!

I'm blogging to tell you that I'm probably going to start blogging again. But no promises.

Now that that's out of the way, I can blog. The next topic? Probably sneakers. Or soccer. The one after that? Maybe sneakers. Or soccer. Or some crazy combination of both. For now, however, I leave you. Hopefully I'll be back soon.

But don't hold your breath.

Lyin and Tiger and Zales, Oh My

Firstly, I got a Droid. I love it. I was a huge Blackberry Stan before I laid my eyes on the Motorola creation, and once I got it in my possession I was not disappointed. I'll go into more detail in later posts, but for now, just know that it's baller with a capital BALLER.

That being said, let's have some video fun!

A well-done (if in bad taste) parody of Google's search commercial from the Super Bowl.

Tiger, you know you messed up. And now there are hundreds of parodies and jokes swimming around the internets to remind EVERYONE of it just in case you slip out of the public eye.

What are you, foxes??

Maronzio Vance is a funny man.

What Did the Five Fingers Say to the Face?

I'm not a huge football fan, but I am American enough to treat the Super Bowl with the respect and attention it deserves (read: just another excuse to eat too much junk food and yell at the TV). Taking this into account, I wouldn't watch the Super Bowl if it didn't come with a tasty addition... Super Bowl commercials. I wasn't let down this year with a few notable adverts, but Doritos took the cake with their "Doritos Slap" spot. It hasn't gotten old in over 10 views and I don't foresee it doing so in the near future. If you've somehow been under a rock for the past 12 hours without tv, internet, phone, or even two cups with a string, please, let this be my gift to you.

Doritos Slap Commercial

Side Note: I'm taking a collection to try and raise money to adopt this kid. Donations are welcome, please contact me via email, Facebook or on my cell.

Juventus Rant

As I sit here and watch my beloved Bianconeri flounder against minnows Livorno I can't help but seethe at the utter lack of passion, creativity, graft, skill, etc. You name it, they don't have it. The players trot around the pitch as if defeat is a foregone conclusion with only a few notable exceptions to the rule. As I sit at my friend's computer, we are 33 minutes into the match and down 1-0. I have nothing more to say at the moment but something needs to change. If things continue this way I can't see a bright future at all for my Juve.

It's about the Journey

In an effort to be more consistent with my blog, I've decided to expand my material to more than just things I choose to write about. In the next month or so (hopefully) I'll become more regular in my posts, but they might not always be a page of musings from Aaron West. You may catch videos, links or just inspiring quotes such as this one from a good friend of mine. This was delivered at the NSCAA coaches' conference a couple weeks ago and it's quite possibly one of the most inspiring and true to life speeches I've ever read. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Good morning everyone. I’d like to start by thanking the women’s committee for inviting me here today, and to congratulate Louise Waxler on the Award of Excellence. I’d also like to acknowledge someone who unfortunately is not here today...Charlotte Moran. Charlotte was my mom away from home at countless Regional events, and never ceased to make me laugh, even during the most stressful moments of the ODP process.

When I was first asked to speak in front of this group, I have to be honest, I was slightly overwhelmed. Many of you in this room are the ones to whom I look for wisdom, and who have provided life-changing guidance to me over the years.

As I started to jot down some ideas, I realized that the person I am today is the result of so many different elements—elements I’ve picked up from some of the very people who I am standing in front of right now. These elements form the essence of what has become my passion.

Ever since I was a 9-year-old, attempting to get 10 thigh juggles on my front lawn, it has been my dream to be a professional soccer player. As a little girl, in my Mia Hamm jersey, I had no concept of exactly what that meant. There was no way I could have imagined what lay ahead, what it would take, or how I would get there.

But I knew what I wanted, and my goals have never wavered. Roughly a year ago, my childhood dream became reality when I signed my first professional contract with Sky Blue FC.

As a 23-year-old professional player, and current member of the Women’s National Team, I still see my journey as far from complete. Some people may look at my resume and think I’ve “arrived,” but I see my career as just beginning. It’s a strange feeling to finally accomplish a goal for which you have sweat, bled, and cried for nearly 15 years to achieve. I would have expected to feel overjoyed—even just simply content.

But while I am very proud of what I have achieved to this point, none of those emotions are fitting. As I embarked on my first professional season, at times I almost felt a sense of disappointment. I found myself thinking, “Is this really IT?” It was in uncovering the answer to this question that I came to truly realize why I do what I do.

Since the summer of 2000, when I was 12 years old and away from home at the UNC summer camp, I’ve kept a journal. I wrote down every single thing we did at camp, so that I could go home and perfect it—all for the day that I would play for UNC.

My journal, which has since then expanded into five written books, as well as a computer document, is filled with my thoughts, worries, goals, disappointments, and successes. There are quotes from books, movies, coaches I’ve had…there are song lyrics…even a couple of pages where I practiced my autograph (those are in the earlier journals, of course!).

It’s really enlightening to look back through my journal, because it’s an account of my journey, step by step, stripped of any of the perspective I have gained more recently. There is profanity, important things written in capital letters—even a list of players who I planned to overtake, and have crossed off as I felt that I had surpassed them.

There is an entry from December of 1999 in which I recorded parts of a conversation I had with my first real mentor, and coach at the time, Ashley Hammond. Under his name, I have the following quote: “People in the world need and love experts. In soccer, you must be an expert in many skills.” I was 13 when I wrote that down.

May 5, 2003 (when I was 16): “Daddy gave me this article on being a master, and I’m gunna (spelled G-U-N-N-A) read it and become a soccer master!”

My journal is sometimes comprised of longer written segments, sometimes just tidbits or bullet points, but the combination has helped me to piece together why I do what I do.

Every month, I like to set myself 4 or 5 personal goals or ideas to keep in mind. I start off by choosing a quote or motto as a theme for the month, and then I pick a few simple goals to aim for. For example, in April, as we started the first WPS season, my monthly phrase was, “go with the flow.” May’s was, “play without a conscience.”

The reason I’m sharing this with you is because I think that my December 2009 phrase captures what I have finally come to realize is most important in my quest for greatness in soccer. December’s motto was: “love the process.”

This concept has come to mean something very important to me. I am an extremely driven person—some might say I am focused to the point of obsession. But now that soccer is my profession, I have found that I need to put it in greater perspective within my life. The best way I have come to define my drive is this: I work TOWARDS a goal, but I do not work FOR it.

Let me distinguish. Anyone who looks at my training schedule would either A. consider me an extremely hard worker, or B. think I’m crazy. I don’t define myself as the latter (although my family might argue that in many ways I’m not sane). I truly and whole-heartedly love what I do. And I would love what I do even if I never got the opportunity to play for a professional team, win a national championship, or represent my country.

A friend of mine recently said to me: “You’re the luckiest person in the world. Your hobby is your job.” And he couldn’t have been more right. One of my goals has always been never to “work” a day in my life. I don’t consider what I do as work, because every day that I train and compete, I find even greater joy in the process.

I believe that finding this joy, and loving the process itself, is essential. To truly be the best at what you do, the path will never be easy. The love of what we do is what provides the inspiration to see us through.

My path to where I am today hasn’t always been smooth. I’ve spent so many evenings slamming a ball angrily against the kickback in my backyard or the schoolyard wall up the block from my house—tears streaming down my face, wondering why so-and-so was invited to whatever event, or is starting instead of me.

And every time that I think I’ve reached smooth sailing, I am soon humbled. I was very confident going into this past WPS season. I was a first-round draft pick, felt well-prepared after my college career at UNC, and had done everything that I could to be ready for pre-season. I was sure that I could play at the next level and be successful.

Before our home opener against the LA Sol, I was shocked when we got the starting line-up and I wasn’t in it. My relatives had flown in from California and Arizona to see my first pro game, and all of my former coaches from New Jersey were there. Basically, everyone I know was at the game to see me play.

I assumed I’d play the second half, considering that I thought I was going to start, but wasn’t in the lineup. However, as the clock ticked away in the second half, and then as the final whistle blew, I was still sitting on the bench—not even asked to warm up. I was honestly shocked, and devastated. There will never be another inaugural season Sky Blue FC home opener, and I hadn’t even gotten the opportunity to step onto the field in front of my home crowd.

It’s interesting to contemplate how our lives build to these special, pivotal moments—the moments we dream of, work towards, and emphasize so heavily. But, in truth, the bulk of our life is in the in-between time, the waiting. The “off moments,” so to speak.

The special moments are only minor reference points along the way. After an extremely angry and disappointed drive home from that Sky Blue FC opener, that is what I came to realize. I don’t play this sport for the moment of glory.

And I think the people who DO are missing out. Yes, I love roar of the crowd, the championship game, and the thrill of performing when it really matters—but I love the preparation—the process—equally as much.

I didn’t always love the game the way I do now. I learned that love, just as I’ve learned numerous other skills. I feel very fortunate to have had great coaches and mentors along the way. As I mentioned earlier, I’m a big quote person. When I read or hear something that feels true to me, I’m always sure to write it down.

In the book Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller, it says, “Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself. It is as if they are showing you the way.”

I believe that my club coach of many years, Kazbek Tambi, showed me how to love the game. Recently, I got a call from Kaz (as we call him) to come play on New Year’s day. Here’s a guy who is long past his prime, but opens up his indoor facility on every holiday just to hang out and watch (and occasionally jump in with) any players who he can get to show up.

There’s always techno music playing over the loud speakers, and the guys get together and just play small-sided. On New Year’s, it was a group of about 40 guys, most of whom work for Kaz, or are current or former college players and pros. The majority of them aren’t training for anything in particular, though (and I should probably add that most of them don’t speak English as their first language).

They certainly don’t have to wake up early on New Year’s day and trek out in the cold and snow to show up. But they love to play, watch, and be around the game. And this is the environment that Kaz creates. Through watching Kaz’s love for soccer, and being thrown into this atmosphere, I came to understand firsthand why soccer is referred to as “the beautiful game.” And I came to love it as something beyond my goals and aspirations.

I remember once, a lot of the girls on my U-18 club team were burned out and wanted a break. When they expressed this to Kaz, he was incredibly confused.

He sat the group down and in all seriousness, gave us a talk that went something like this: “If you love something, why would you ever want to take a break from it? It’s like, if you love ice cream and you eat it every day, you would never one day suddenly want to take a break from eating ice cream. Why isn’t soccer the same way?” It may seem silly, but it made perfect sense to me.

I’m not trying to claim that I am always happy, smiling, and joyous when it comes to soccer. I take my goals and my career extremely seriously, and at times, it is very stressful, because I care SO much. I’m sure it’s the same for most of you in this room. Sometimes, my entire life seems to revolve around soccer and my training.

And if you think I’m exaggerating, my pin number for my debit card is my juggling record (Hopefully none of you know my record!) So, in the tough times, when I don’t feel like I’m finding success, it’s easy to question why I put so much time and effort (both mental and physical) into something that seems not to be paying off.

During the past WPS season, I read the book, Way of the Peaceful Warrior, by Dan Millman. A major premise of the book is this line: “It’s not about dedicating your life to training, but about dedicating your training to your life.”

This was an interesting new perspective for me. Yes, I dedicate an astounding number of my waking hours to soccer. Whether I’m training, watching soccer, or even just thinking about it, my life is consumed by the game.

But what does this all mean in the bigger picture? I find that for what I put INTO the game (which is obviously a great deal of myself), I get back tenfold. In addition to the personal relationships I’ve created, the discipline I’ve learned, the places I’ve traveled—I realize now that soccer is about something far more for me.

My training gives back to me in ways deeper than just success on the field. There is a sense of freedom, of peace, that I feel when I have a soccer ball at my feet. I believe that some people play, some teach, some write, some dance—all simply to attain those few moments of personal freedom. We’ve all experienced it—the perfectly pure, uncompromised joy of being here, now.

It is the moment of peace when all else fades away, and you are left fearless and energized. Fully present in the process of your activity, performance is effortless and results are insignificant. It’s often described as “flow” or being “in the zone,” but whatever you call it, we are all familiar with that sensation--when you’re doing something enjoyable, and it just comes so easily.

This feeling for me doesn’t necessarily come in a moment of glory, in the last five minutes of a game, or in a winning play. It’s born from the passion of what I do when it “doesn’t matter,” when no one is watching, when nothing is at stake.

I find this feeling in the process, more often than I do in the result. I was reminded of this the night my college soccer career ended. We had just won the 2008 National Championship, and I sat in my room in Chapel Hill, actually feeling depressed, rather than satisfied. The team was out celebrating, and all I could seem to think about was the fact that it was finished. That was it.

All those Tuesdays of doing fitness, all the excruciating pre-game meetings, the effort, nerves, preparation to win a national championship, and it was over. Just like that. I felt like I would have given back my national championship to spend just one more week with the team. The more I thought about it, the more it dawned on me. It was the PROCESS of winning that I loved, not so much the actual win.

And when I think back on my life since I began playing soccer, the seemingly unimportant moments are the ones that come to mind first. It’s the videos I watched with my dad to learn about the game, and all our ridiculously naïve ideas on how things should be done. I remember trying to dribble in circles around a tree stump near my house to practice using the outside of my feet.

It’s the times playing on my own in the racquetball court, lost in the music of my ipod, when management would actually turn out the lights on me when my time was up. I would have to search for my phone and car keys in the dark.

It’s the time spent in parking garages, and basements of hotels, practicing tricks I had seen…or making up silly ways of training in the house when it was snowing outside.

It’s the time in elementary school when I was juggling at the bus stop and our Southern neighbor drove by and yelled, “Y’all can’t be playing soccer every dayyyy.” I knew I could prove him wrong!

It’s the time I was in Florida to watch my sister play a tournament, and I went to kick the ball around at some field that was more dirt than grass. I was struggling to curl the ball into the goal from behind the goal line, so actually from behind the goal.

It was taking a lot of tries, and I was getting frustrated, until I looked up and saw a group of guys who had been playing on the other half of the field. They had stopped, and were watching my efforts. They had clearly come straight from work to play…I’m pretty sure one or two of them were actually wearing cargo pants, and there were a variety of languages floating across the field.

I still remember their cheers and celebration when I finally bent the ball in. It honestly felt just as good as any goal I’ve ever scored.

It’s these moments that comprise the process, and that are most special to me.

As I learned the night of the 2008 national championship, if everything that you do, day in and day out, is solely building for a single moment—what becomes of it all when that moment has passed? It is this perspective that I have gained during the past year, and which I hope to carry with me throughout my life: Ideally, what we do in each moment should have value in and of itself. We should train just for the sake of training, play just for the sake of playing, and live just for the sake of living.

Winning is a process. Success is a process. Happiness is a process. And this point in my career is only one sliver of time within my process.

I have always believed that there is no limit to the rate of my improvement as an athlete, soccer player, and person. I pride myself on the fact that I seek to improve every day, every month, and every year. As Anson put it, “We should all strive to live on a never-ending path of ascension.” It is the PATH that Anson talks about and emphasizes, not the destination.

I used to look around and see players who were ahead of me, and envy what they had or where they were. I think we all do that. We see the success of others, and we are jealous of them, or focus on our own shortcomings in comparison. However, today I can honestly say that I wouldn’t trade places with any one of those players—not for a second. To me, professionalism is about realizing my own personal worth, and bringing that to the table—or the field—every day.

I got to put this into practice often this past fall, when I trained a lot with Heather O’Reilly. Heather and I probably couldn’t be more opposite types of players. Her strengths are areas in which I could most improve, and vice versa.

But this fall, we both embraced this fact, and it was some of the most fun I’ve ever had training. Heather pushed me to be quicker, more athletic, and more intense. Yet, I distinctly recall one day when we had done a series of sprints, and she was visibly feeling very confident and good about herself.

So, of course I knew I had to quickly put an end to that! “Hey Heath,” I shouted over to her, still out of breath from the fitness. “Wanna have a juggling competition?” I had to bring her back down to earth! That’s one reason soccer is so special, and training with Heather has helped me to believe in myself, and never to take my strengths and unique qualities for granted.

Yes, I’m still extremely competitive with my teammates. Yes, I still strive to improve my weaknesses, and constantly analyze every aspect of my game. But I don’t let that take away from the core of who I am as a player and a person, which is something that I have crafted over time, and I am very proud of.

I’ve learned that we all have something to share. It’s often the little things that make me aware of this. It’s the impact I can have on younger players, those little girls who are where I once was. A couple of weeks ago, I was making an appearance for Sky Blue FC, and I was asked to take a picture with a young girl.

This kind of thing has become routine for WPS players, but as I put my arm around her, I realized that she was trembling. I was really moved to know that I could have this kind of effect on someone—that I could perhaps be an important part of her journey, someone she might remember for something I said or did.

I have a tremendous amount of respect for everyone in this room, because you have the platform to shape players’ journeys. You might never know the little things you do that will change a person’s life. Maybe it’s as simple as a smile at the right time, or a silly speech about ice cream.

Even on the days when you feel like your athletes or co-workers couldn’t care less, and that no one is listening, there’s that one player in the group whose eyes light up when you speak, who is hanging on your every word, who will quote you in her journal. Coach for that player.

Anson writes each senior a personal note before they’re finished playing for him. I know my letter talks about soccer, national championships, and player of the year awards, but the following passage from the letter is what I have recorded in my journal, and what means more to me than anything else he could have said. Anson wrote:

“But of all your wonderful achievements, what I cherish most is the lasting effect you have had on our culture here. You made sure everything was fun. Sometimes, in the fight for athletic success, many of us lose sight of what this is all about, and you never let us.”

So, when I reflect back on the 15 years I’ve spent so far involved in this game, and the lifetime ahead I plan to, I hope to have an impressive list of accomplishments. I want to defend the WPS Championship, win a World Cup, and an Olympic gold medal. But when all is said and done, it is not only those accolades that I will cherish.

I will always smile when I think about the time at UNC when we were about to start our first of 10 cones (a dreaded fitness drill) and, as Anson yelled “GO!” we all fell to the ground as a joke.

I will always look forward to being home in New Jersey, where I can go kick the ball around at the local schoolyard with my sister.

I will always feel sentimental when I think about playing pickup on Fetzer Field (our UNC game field) in Chapel Hill at midnight, under the single light that’s left on.

I will always laugh when I reminisce on the absurdity and turbulence of Sky Blue FC’s first season, when, it seems, we had more coaches than are currently sitting in this room.

And my eyes will always light up when I see a ragtag group of guys playing soccer in some random park on the side of the road.

These are the things that I love most about this game, because for me it’s about the journey, not the destination.

2010

It's been a long while since last I blogged, so what better way to start the New Year than with a post about... shoes!

Here we have the new Adidas f50 Adizero... 5.8 ounces of pure speed.

Enjoi.