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actually can someone get him brown contacts
djed spence i'll never forget what i saw here. next-level. moses.
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The player diving to ground after some glancing contact may look unconvincing on TV. He may look flat out ridiculous in close-up slow-motion, screaming silently and grabbing at either or both of his shins after being bodied in the hip. But like stage makeup and hammy theater, dives are meant to be appreciated from a distance. If a player connects with the crowd, his fans in the stadium will fucking erupt when he goes to ground, forcing the referee to check his own sense of reality against this thunderous atmospheric suggestion that an atrocity has been committed. It might work! Even if it doesn’t, it’s a chance for a very fatigued person to lie down on the ground and rest for a second. Ask any theater kid, and they’ll tell you it’s about survival.
The line I hear most often from casual or would-be soccer fans is that the amount of diving and rolling in the men’s game is excessive. “I actually prefer women’s soccer for this reason,” people tell me, munificently. To me, the relative absence of operatic dives in women’s soccer is an unfortunate symptom of inhibiting social forces. Like male soccer players in the US (where, until relatively recently, soccer has been seen as a sport for sensitive freaks in bandanas), the women feel outsized pressure to be brave. Tough and impassive—earthy, homespun jocks. But imagine what women could do with the expressive freedom men of advanced soccer cultures enjoy. Think of the untapped potential! Those images everybody groans at—of adult men crying in apparent agony as their compatriots mosey past unmoved? A spectacle of implied violence that’s still somehow intensely boring to watch? That’s art, pure and simple. France, Brazil, and Mexico should all have their games from this World Cup playing on loop at MoMA.
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all hockey player off-season posts have the vibe of hillary clinton i'm just Chillin! in cedar rapids!
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tried out a new podcast at work. riff about inventing new slang landed on "you clocked my coffee" and then i had to walk around all day trying not to burst out laughing every time i remembered it.
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sometimes authors are overeager to demonstrate their "location cred" and include a bunch of hyperspecific details that prove they have local knowledge of a place to the detriment of focus/timing/character etc. do we need to know all the restaurants on a street? would a character make note of that without an outside reason, i.e. an impending move?
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