Frailty
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I tug the grey laces of my brand new Nike Vapor Chromes, until they are tight on each foot. Touching my toes to be sure I'm loose, I feel like I was born to play soccer as I jog onto the field. The early minutes of the game I am sprinting to the ball enraged and determined. I wheel around players doing all that I can to open the eyes of the college coaches that flock to this camp. They stand watching with their clipboards, hoping to find a passionate young superstar. I have to show them I have this passion. Then, it happens. I see space behind the last defender. My teammate and I lock eyes. He reads my next move as I take off, and he serves a ball long and in the air...