Hey Eagle Soccer Fans! It’s been two weeks and two tournaments later, and we’re off to our first two conference games in Jacksonville, Fl. But that’s getting a little ahead of ourselves.
After the devastating loss to Miami, we were looking to get back onto our feet in our fourth annual Embassy Suites Classic Kick-Off Classic. This year we hosted Kent State, Arkansas and Miami.
Friday night under the lights we scored first against Kent State. I headed the ball over KSU defenders to Jenci running in behind who out-ran and out-muscled the final defender to chip the Golden Flashes keeper. The 1-0 score held until the 77th minute when a KSU forward blasted the ball into the back of the net. Flashbacks of prior games this season were seen by our coaching staff and players, and rightly so. Two minutes later, the Golden Flashes scored again—this time a bent ball from 20 yards out.
So with another loss under our belts we again looked to the next game to halt our sliding streak. This time, however, was not going to be as easy as Kent State should have been. We played a big-time SEC team,Arkansas. If we brought out A-game, they weren’t going to be able to beat us. And, it was about time we won at home!
We started the first half with a stellar shot by Olivia that caused Arkansas to come up with a big save in the first minute of the game. We were ready. The battle continued through the first half ending with the shot ratio at 8-6 in favor of us. The second half we brought the same high energy again getting the first shot on goal in the 48th minute by Jenci. Combat continued with each team shooting the ball very well and causing the keepers to make some great saves.The game of soccer is 90 (sometimes more) minutes long, and it takes every single one to earn a winning result. This statement is proven by our game against Arkansas. Lindsey earned a corner for us in the 89th minute. With every player on the field, including Steph, in the Arkansas box, Kat crossed the ball. The Arkansas keeper went to grab the ball mid-air, but faltered and tipped it behind her to Michelle who “headed” it into the goal. And by headed, I mean the replays show a hand may have been involved. Nonetheless, we won! A last-minute goal put us ahead to even out the whole tournament. Miami ended up placing first on goal differential. Jenci, KC and Olivia earned spots on the all-tournament team.
Coming off a big win, we were stoked to fly to New York for our two games at West Point. We flew into Newark, NJ with the New York City skyline within view as we landed. It was amazing. We carbed up that night at Olive Garden eating soup or salad (and some of us

beat the system by eating both—we’re that cool), breadsticks and some form of pasta.
Friday morning we ate breakfast at the Ramada and then went out to the parking lot for a jog and some juggling games. Jim had us split up into three different teams and challenged us to work through some kind of juggling pattern. Even though it was mostly for fun, there was always a race to win—we aren’t competitive or anything. Balls bounced around the parking lot, and when coaches weren’t looking, there could have possibly been some unethical goings on going on.
Not that it much mattered, but we had fun and were hoping the energy would carry over to our game that night against Vermont for our first game in the Black Knights Classic.
We didn’t have four separate mini vans this trip, but a large tour bus provided by West Point. Our bus driver, Ken, was super knowledgeable about the post, and was able to give us a very detailed tour around West Point before our game. Erin, our new assistant coach, attempted to relay his information over the microphone. For the most part she did well, only messing a couple words up here and there. It happens.
The mountains surrounding West Point were absolutely gorgeous. We were taking pictures of the campus and post from the bus. We saw where the cadets are housed, chapels, their football stadium, rugby center, practice fields, former professor housing, and Mario. Yeup, we saw Mario from our bus as we drove around. He greeted us at the locker rooms to say hello and good luck.
We changed quickly in the locker room and headed to the field full of energy. We wanted to increase our win streak to two (woo…) against the Catamounts. Vermont put us under pressure in the first few minutes of the game. Steph came up big stopping a couple great shots. Then we started to get rolling after Olivia put one on frame creating our first chance of the game. The first goal came in the 17th minute. Jenci passed the ball to Caytlan who

dribbled and cut passed three players before bending the ball into the right side of the net just beyond the keeper’s reach.
We went into half-time up 1-0, and with a few pointers from Jim, Jess and Erin, we started the second half. Both teams battled for the first few minutes, neither getting a shot off. It wasn’t until Critter, from the back, took the ball up the left side of the field. Getting to the endline,
and with nowhere to go but back, she dropped the ball to Jenci who sailed it into the back of the net far-post. The 2-0 score held strong.
Saturday, as most people recall, was September 11th. We were privileged enough to travel into NYC on the anniversary of the infamous attack. As we traveled into the city, Ken again told interesting facts about different landmarks that could be useful if any of us found the Cash Cab. I think the whole team had aspirations of finding the game-show cab. It would have been awesome if any of us had found it. We didn’t have a place to go, but if we saw Ben Bailey, we could have come up with some place.
We split up into small groups to walk around Times Square. Some people shopped on the street, some in stores and others people watched. Lindsey, Caytlan, Michelle and I came across the Naked Cowboy and decided
it was well worth the dollar to take pictures with him. He is definitely an interesting character and makes the most of his craft.
After the hour was up, we met back up at the bus to find some food and the Ground Zero Museum. Fresh New York style pizza was calling our names. We walked the streets of what looked to be an artsy section of NYC, just off the path of Broadway and Fashion Ave, to find a small Brick Oven pizzeria.
The three guys working didn’t seem at all overwhelmed when the party of 24 filled up the tiny shop. They took orders and rolled out the slices like it was their job (ok…so bad simile).
The Ground Zero Museum was hidden among the buildings off of 6th street. It used to have a sign, but it was stolen. There was just a black door hiding the unknown as we stood on the sidewalk. We walked inside up a flight a stairs and through another door to be given headsets and a “tourmate.” There were around a hundred pictures covering the room’s walls. Each picture had a story behind it, and the photographer Gary Marlon Suson told each of those stories. We walked around pressing numbers on our tourmate and listened to his voice tell us his view of 9/11 through the images he found important enough to take.
In 2001, the oldest of our team was in 7th grade, the youngest in 4th. Most teachers were told to turn off the televisions after one or both of the towers had been hit. What most of us remember from that day is parents taking us out of school, adults crying and most television channels filled with coverage of George Bush speaking. The inside looks of Ground Zero through a man (the only man allowed a camera) who had a first-hand experience to the now historical site were surreal.
Suson actually happened to be in the museum due to the fact that it was September 11th. After we finished at viewing all the pictures and listening to his stories, he talked to us a bit about his experiences allowing us to ask some intimate questions. He then played a trivia game testing our comprehension of the information we heard the previous couple of hours. Several players answered all of his questions correctly earning bracelets, still shots and a poster.
We left the museum and headed to Ground Zero and Battery Park. We saw the beginnings of the new Freedom Tower, stopped to take pictures of the Statue of Liberty, and then, as the sun started to set, we began to board our bus. A couple of us who were straggling behind looked up and saw two beams of light shooting into the sky. We attempted to take pictures of the lights, but as the sun set, it became impossible. There are only a couple circling around our team when there was still a bit of sun.
We left NYC with a newoutlook on a major historical event. And quite possibly a once-in-a-lifetime experience for most of us who traveled. The weekend could have ended that night and I think we would have all been satisfied with the trip; however, we had one more game to go before flying home. Sunday morning we played Marist. Our first morning game in probably the last four years, and it showed. The whistle blew and before the first minute past, a Red Fox took a corner and we bumped into the goal for them. We spent the next 89 minutes working to come back and tie the game, but it didn’t happen. We out-shot Marist 20-11 in the game, but could not find the back of the net at all.

We left New York 3-4 after arriving 2-3, and now we’re 0-0 heading into conference. What’s up Jacksonville? We’re to take two Ws and leave.
Until next time--Go Eagles!






