I always wonder what happens to athletes after they've had their day in the sun. There's the rare superstar who signs the mega contract and never has to worry about another day, moneywise that is. Then there's the regular player, the player who maybe played an all star game or two, not your star but somebody who's made a career from what they love. That athlete succeeds enough to make a career out of it, to have enough money to retire from the sport alone, along with the occasional guest speaking appearances.
Sometimes the dream is very brief. Sometimes it's just that cup of coffee and then it's gone. Sometimes it never happens. And you're so close. And you're good, very good: you could've been a contender.
I read this story in the Austin American-Statesman about Ray Lassiter. Ray was a soccer genius and a hopeful for the 1998 World Cup US Team. He was cut at the last minute because the coach decided the team needed a third goalie. Ray is 37 now and his time has passed.
And you wonder what goes through his mind as the World Cup approaches. Are there ghosts of himself, the could've should've beens, running around the field as the teams battle for glory?
For sure.
Does he go back in time and try to change a decision that was out of his control?
Probably.
You wonder about these nightmares an athlete goes through, the reliving of the tale of what should've happened, over and over. It happens to athletes, who are at their very core competitive folks and when not given that chance to quench that competitiveness on the field, you bet it hurts. It happens to everyone, ordinary folks who are denied something that they feel they deserved.
And then again all athletes are ordinary folks.
The thing I liked about this story of Ray Lassiter in the Statesman is that it realizes "reality". And reality is about the triumph of the transition. Dealing well with the changes going on in your life is really the key to success. Ray has a daughter on the way. That's definitely a change in his life. And he's learned somewhat through his athletics and somewhat through pure living how to deal with this great, positive news about to happen.
Athletics and reality make a good coach. Ray now directs the Austin United Capitols Soccer Club. He teaches young boys and girls the game of soccer and how to be excellent on the field, and I'm sure off of it as well.
Hey, Pilla! I'd have to say all of my role models are triumphant because they rose above their situation, no matter what arena "spotlights" they lived their lives under. Thought provoking piece, and I said my Thank Yous for what I've been given after I read it. And Thank You, sir. Have a great day! Cheers =)
I was hoping for the first upset-- but Klose is as I have known the World Cup--fierce competitor he is. Four years ago he had a hat trick.
And hey man--the pain of Ray Lassiter. The new coach Arena is smart. I have a feeling that the US is going far. Betting odds in England is 80-1 that the US will win it all. And Brazils comments from pool F--haughty.
Mav - This harkens up memories of a family friend by the name of Salvemini who was a member of the 1980 USA Olympic soccer team. The boycott killed his dream. Back then our side of course wasn't ready for the World Cup, and by 1984 he didn't make it.
On another note, did you see Elizabeth Bennet blew up her blog? What a class act she was.
thanks man! I enjoy your blog as well! matter a fact need to add you and norcal on my faves
Norcal,
this I gotta see! you mean I won't be able to savor the facial hair post anymore? damn! that's cool that you knew someone who was at least close to playing soccer at that high of a competitive level, what a bummer about 1984 he could've been in cali
Mav - The whole family was big in soccer. I believe two of them played professionally in like the NASL and old indoor leagure for the previous version of the "Quakes".
Someone should clone EB's blog so everyone can make fun of her.
man, I'd love to -- unfortunately I'll be at work at that time -- do you guys play in the afternoon? we have a group that meets on thurs at a school on westholme at 6pm but we've been pretty lazy getting it together the past few weeks
i play softball at the cheviot hills park on thursday evenings. i would consider hoops instead. i don't work wednesday's, so yes been at westwood park the last several wednesdays around 1pm. trying to turn 3 on 3 into a full court run.
Aside from all of the nonsense and hyperbole that surrounds so many sports these days, it's a story here or there about the true humanity that goes on in these games we play that seems to make it all worthwhile.
Thanks for this post on Lassiter. Keep up the good work
Mav - You used to be some healthy looking dude smiling in front of an airplane, or something. And I gotta say, stay outta the tanning booths, man. Seriously! You could erase an entire scan-tron test answer sheet with one swipe of your forehead. Love the avatar, man. It had me laughing for 5 minutes! Can't wait 'til ya get back, sir. Cheers!
MavPilla: Just had to stop by and say that is one of the coolest avatars I've seen in quite some time. Must be a Land of the Lost character. Absolutely awesome obscure choice...
Shooter -- yeah I've been tanning and growing forehead and haven't been on the blog in quite a while -- hope all's well -- I'm gonna check on to see how you guys are doin' a little more often hopefully after the 4th --
I was abandoned as a baby by an oil rig worker named Ramses who set me off in a little raft to die at sea. I was eventually found on a Gulf Coast shore by a one-clawed crustacean who raised me until I was old enough to cook and eat him.
In all seriousness, I'm originally from Houston, Texas. I graduated with an English degree from University of Texas. After graduating, I moved to Los Angeles and have been working in the entertainment industry ever since. Between jobs, I moved to Paris, France for a year and wrote for various magazines over there. I moved back to Los Angeles and am currently working in the music industry for Warner Bros.
I've followed and played sports all my life, mostly BBF (Basketball, Baseball, Football). If I had a sports program I'd call it "The BBF".