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Monday, September 01, 2014

Train Hard & Eat your Veggies.

Fact - Athletes train hard and need lots of protein.
Myth - Vegetarians lack protein and energy.

 I am a man who loves a good football training session and love to go in the gym for a good weight lifting set. I love the feeling of putting my headphones on and getting into a beast mode in the gym; even if I am not lifting beast amounts of weights. I also love the feeling of sore muscles the 2nd day after a good lifting. Its a feeling of accomplishment and advancement. 

I am also someone who loves good food. In my travels I acquired tastes for all types of ethnic foods and i sometimes feel I have a real addiction to food. Its something that probably started when I was a kid and got even worse when I married my wife. 

I remember dinner parties at my house. My mom could cook any food type and knew how to season her food to please even the greatest of culinary connoisseurs. Her meals would be 5-6 courses with each one as delicate as the other. Lasagne, ornate salads, enchiladas, indian veg and curries, cakes and sweets, fried; cooked ; marinated; everything you could imagine.

The best part of all of it was It was all 100% vegetarian. It was also blessed food offered to God called Prasadam in my religion. This was very important to my family was to make sure things we enjoyed as a family was first given as an offering to God ( Krishna ) firstly before we could enjoy it. This was sometimes extremely hard if there was a pie or cake sitting on the counter waiting to cool down. I occasionally had to sneak a taste with my finger and quickly hide the evidence. 

One of the most common questions I am asked is, “Where do you get your protein?”. My first response is usually, “Look at me, Im 6’3, 195 lbs and I eat whatever I want.” Im also asked if I need supplements and vitamins to sustain. Ive never needed either and only take protein powder when I have a day with extra weights or endurance. 

Over the last 5 years or so my wife has also taught me a lot about diet and she's helped me greatly to perfect my diet. A very rice and beans and vegetables based diet that allows me to get all the nutrients and proteins from my meals so I don't ever have to have protein powders or anything else. I also cut back on sugars, glutens and dairy’s, things that I think most vegetarians and myself would over consume. 

My diet was not always easy to maintain while living in countries like Thailand. There they have 2 types of vegetarians. One eats ONLY vegetables which is not nearly enough to fill my stomach and offer me variety. The other doesn't eat meat but will eat fish and eggs, both of which I also do not eat. So you can imagine my frustration. I would have to order in Thai with fine detail of what I could eat and what I could not. More times than not they would botch the order; either due to my poor language or because they thought my diet was weird. Once while my wife ordered a fried rice without egg; the most common thing they would add, he server told her, “No no no, it wont be good without egg”, and refused to take her order. 


I never try to convert people to be vegetarian because everyone grows up and develops tastes for foods their families prepare. However I try to inform people who eat meat of the advantages of being a veggie just in case they are interested in trying it or even cutting back on meat slightly. Flexitarians its called when you eat veggie on weekends or occasionally. 
When you research eating a plant based diet its amazing to see an astounding amount of athletes who follow, especially long distance runners and boxers. I sometimes think even If i was born in a family that ate meat and I did also, I would probably try to pursue a veggie diet strictly for health and medical reasons. 

Heres a list of common meals I eat to give you an example of my ability to eat anything. 
      If your interested in recipes or meal plans please ask, my wife would gladly send all. 


  • Ricotta & pinto bean Enchiladas 
  • Gluten-free Pesto pasta with tofu and mushrooms
  • Kale salad w/ walnuts strawberries 
  • Rice noodle soup with tofu, lettuce, tomatoes. 
  • Avocado pesto mozzarella sandwich. 
  • Stir fry vegetables with brown rice. 
  • From scratch Pizza w/ olives, mushrooms, goat cheese, mozzarella. 

Monday, August 25, 2014

Fans, Supporters, Opposers

Fans. More than spectators, more than cheers and jeers. Men and women, young girls and boys, start off as people in the crowd and soon grow to be an integral piece of the drama that is a soccer game. The suspense is heightened by the gasps of thousands in unison. The judgements by the referee are speculated and adversed through chatter and boos. Forty-five minutes at a time. Each minute filled with an emotion. Whether that be a disappointment or an intoxicating moment of joy, the experience and interaction between fans and the actions on the field are one and the same. 

As an athlete I am a fan of many other sports merely because I respect their handwork and dedication. But there are a few players and teams in the world that I have huge adoration for.
I remember when I was around 19 I went to Italy and went to see my childhood team Ac Milan play in the San Siro. For me it was a dream come true. I had magazine clippings of Paolo Maldini hanging in my room. I used to yell the name Dida when I made a save. Me and my friends would yell Insaghi when we scored and celebrated in his honor.

For me to be a fan is the same as being a player. During the moments of the game everyone is involved in the same task, to win and win well. All surrounding blur together and you forget where you are. You begin to think your on the field playing and where you will pass the ball next. Its sort of like playing the video game FIFA. Its an experience that is unlike any other and can be an addiction in its own way. 

As a goalkeeper the fans impact me profoundly. I spend a lot of my time alone in the back, most of the time talking to myself to stay focused. But when the fans are yelling my name in support and encouragement I no longer need to find ways to stay focused. They provide the musical background to my mini drama. They heighten my sense of awareness and as well boost my confidence for what will happen next. 

The opposing fans boos and jeers invoke even more feelings within. They enthuse me to prove them wrong with their cries of misery and hatred. The louder their jeers the more ramped up I feel to go into the moment of battle with arrogance and distaste for the enemy and their entourage.  

Like in a tv show or movie, when the uplifting music gets louder you just know that whatever happens next will be good. 

J. B. Priestley
To say that these men paid their shillings to watch twenty-two hirelings kick a ball is merely to say that a violin is wood and catgut, that Hamlet is so much paper and ink.



Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Teaching, Coaching, Helping.

I was invited to be a guest coach with Gloucester Hornets girls 9-10yrs old. It was such a great reception and amazing outcome. One of my favorite things to do as a professional football player is teach and inspire young kids. I still remember when I was their age.

Growing up in Gainesville FL where soccer is a sport played for fun so the parents have something the kids can spend their weekends doing. For me and my parents it somehow became more than that. Since their were no travel team in my area my mother would drive me 2 hours each way to Orlando in order to be apart of a competitive league. From around the time I was 13 till 16 my mother sacrificed many days in order to drive me the 2 hours to Orlando as I slept across the back seats of our minivan. I still remember many times we had been at a tournament all day and the last game finished near 9 or 10 pm and she was exhausted from running me around. So by the age of 15 I would have to drive part of the way while she was able to rest a little bit also. 

Somehow I had a soccer gene in my body that wouldn't go away no matter how many people told me it was difficult or how strange I may have seemed to most of my friends. While many of my friends pursued many different outlets in life; some even drugs and crime; I had no interest in most things in life except one thing, playing soccer. 

All 4 of my brothers and even my sister use to play soccer also. When I was maybe 8 or 9 years old my brother and I had the task to rake up all the leaves in our front yard. We conjured a plan to rake them all into a little soccer field and play a game. It took over 1 hour to rake all the sidelines, 18 yard box, and center circle to perfect. We then spent the afternoon playing a game against each other and diving through all those perfect lines. It got a little late and my parents were not happy we had never completed our chore and in fact made a bigger mess, we then began to clean up the whole mess. 

In every house we lived in my father would build a goal in the backyard for us and over the years as we grew we would eventually grow into a full field and full size goal. He also took us to our first professional soccer game in Orlando to watch the two MLS teams the Columbus Crew take on the Tampa Bay Mutiny. What an experience that was! Here I was watching players play that I had only seen on trading cards that I bought at the local card shop. Very rarely was soccer shown on TV so we didn't see much of soccer. But the stadium was full, and the field had players like Valderama, Brad Friedel, Brian Mcbride, and more. After the game we heard inside info that the players go a local bar after the game. Our family waited patiently and eventually were able to meet some players face to face. 


While I was showing the Hornets girls some tips and signing a few autographs I noticed the same reactions and faces that I had when I first came in contact with professional soccer players. If only I can inspire a few kids to follow their dreams the same way I did, then my career is complete. 

“The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.” 
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
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