New York City is bonkers. It makes small people smaller and big people bigger. I found myself thinking that as I sat in the stadium seating in the middle of Times Square. There’s definitely something to that thought, but I didn’t figure it out all the way. Not yet at least. The massive screens and advertisements on the buildings were insane to see in person. I may have seen Times Square a thousand times on tv, but it was different in person. Models strutting down the runway on tvs 400 feet wide and half a mile long (I was never good at estimating) made me nervous. It was too unreal, I felt like a human shouldn’t be projected up there so big. Like that’s just one guy or one girl up there, and there are a million people on the street in front of me. It was truly a surreal experience. I was in Manhattan for 5 days. I always had the feeling I’d bump into someone I knew. It’s such a big place so it seems like there’s no chance, but also I figured it’s such a big place that there are so many reasons for people to be there moving about. Funny enough, I did see someone I knew as I walked to the subway for the last time to catch my bus heading back home. Unfortunately the encounter didn’t go as well as I’d hoped. Personally, I think I put on such a performance in SPAN 203 first semester freshman year that the pretty girl in class would notice me anywhere we bumped into each other. The fact that I was also wearing my “Beat Duke, Beat Cancer” shirt from school made it especially disappointing she didn’t say anything. I think she recognized me though. And it’s as much my fault as hers for not saying anything.
Long hallways, crowded streets, self reflection in a store window. A girl walks across the frame and smiles, pausing the video he analyzes the frame. There’s so much going on, but I can tell it’s her he’s looking at. The angle of her nose and the curves of her lips. A love once shared. A love lost. My heart aches for him. Shots at home. Shots from a museum. Egyptian tombs appear to be the focus, yet she never seems to escape further than the corner of the frame.
I suppose I was a little more nosy (is that really how you spell it? That looks terrible) than I should have been. Especially with my recent intrigue in work behind the camera it was hard to ignore my seat mate working on his project next to me. I don’t actually know what it was about, but I used the little bit I saw without being too obvious to create that short segment above. 98.4% chance I chose to be too dramatic, but don’t stress.
Sometimes people don’t want to talk or share much about themselves, but I think it’s really cool that everyone has such different stories. Something tells me the other people on this bus with me have stories very different from many I’ve heard in the past. I really enjoy hearing all the different stories. Even though I’m not a freshman and have some undefined amount of social skill, at school I still find myself asking people why they chose to come to UNC. The end game is something that we share, but often times the process on the way to the final decision is so different. Equifinality is the word on the tip of my tongue that I resentfully had to look up to remember. It means an end state can be reached by numerous paths. I like to remember that. I’m not sure what my end game is, but I like the thought that I haven’t limited myself quite yet and can use whatever path that I’m currently on to get there. END.
Often times this is dangerous, but I’m gonna go ahead and write this one at half time. Brazil is being completely outclassed. Their feeble attempts at playing balls over the top of Germany’s back line has created 1/2 a chance so far. Aside from Müller’s goal off the corner kick which was the first drop of water that drowned Brazil, all goals so far have come off of short, connected passes in the final third of the field. More specifically inside the 18. This really demonstrates how lost the Brazilian defense is without Silva. Germany was composed throughout, moving as a single unit as opposed to the sporadic movements that have left Brazil in chaos. I predicted Germany to win this game, but I certainly did not see this coming. They do appear to be in stellar form moving into the championship game where I picked them to win before the Cup started as well. It really is unfortunate for Brazil. Neymar is hurt and Silva can’t play because of a stupid yellow card. Firstly, I don’t like the timing at which cards are ‘wiped out’ throughout the tournament, but we can move past that for now. The consecutive yellow card rule simply has to go. Not being able to play in the next game after receiving a single yellow card in back to back games is ridiculous. There’s more than one way to get a yellow card. See Silva’s goalie incident. Or maybe you’re an idiot kicking the ball away after a foul is called. Maybe you had to take your shirt off after a goal for an unforgettable celly. But also, maybe you had to make a string of hard tackles as an imposing offense tried to break through. Maybe you made a last ditch effort to stop a speedster like Ronaldo make his way down the line. Yellow cards are not few and far between in the World Cup. It is way too easy to get back to back yellow cards and I think that rule has to go. Watching Germany pick apart Brazil for the first half, and an unbelievable concentrated 15 minutes, was remarkable. I think we all agree, at least for competition’s sake, that these two teams faced at 100% though.
US soccer is touches away from being competitive with the top countries in the world. Playing at world class level that is no small feat and more work than it may seem, but we are getting there. I find no need to summarize the game. I feel bad for you if you missed it. This tournament showed that our defense can make mistakes, we struggle to possess the ball in the middle, and we lack a natural goal scorer who just seems to find new ways to put the ball away. This tournament also showed that we can hang with the likes of Ronaldo, Gyan, Mueller, and Hazard. Yes some of those names still hurt us, but in no match did we have no chance to win. Bradley struggled all tournament, but his energy and chipped ball over top did lead to the teenager Julian Green scoring a goal that gave the US hope for almost 15 more minutes at the end there. Up top it was a shame to lose Altidore. Dempsey had moments of greatness and it will be interesting to see if he vies for a place in the team for the next World Cup when he is 35. Tim Howard is as good as his performance against Belgium. That was no fluke. He’s the reason we were in every game and he showed that he is absolutely a top 5 keeper in the world. At 35, I hate to think that he may have seen his last minutes at the World Cup. The future looks extremely promising though. Yedlin did a great job today, Julian Green gave us a preview of next World Cup, and Altidore, Brooks, Chandler, Diskerud, and Johannsson are all also under 25. Also the younger US teams have continued to feature greater talent and the MLS as a whole improves every year. It was something else watching these four games. I can’t wait to see what we bring to the tournament for years from now.