Soccer Stories with Tierna Davidson: The Moth Podcast
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Hi there, and welcome to The Moth. I'm Tierna Davidson. I'm a soccer player for the U.S. Women's National Team and Gotham FC. I'm a World Cup winner and Olympic gold medalist. And today, I'm hosting this episode of the Moth Podcast. And I'm actually hosting from our national team training camp. So if you hear any shouts or whistles in the background, that's why. With the Men's World Cup in full swing, we wanted to celebrate the shared excitement, the feeling that so many people are invested in one long cross, one sliding tackle, one bicycle kick. That's actually one of my favorite parts about soccer, that it's so global. Whether it's through your club team or playing in international tournaments, you gain so many people in your corner from all over the world.
And when you have a World Cup, you get that really intense national rivalry, but you also get this passionate feeling of solidarity because a World Cup only happens once every four years. As a fan, you wait and anticipate it for what feels like forever. And as a player, you prepare for it for so long so you get that camaraderie and shared experience across teams. So to celebrate this special moment, we're sharing three stories about soccer, but about everything around soccer too. The competition, the sense of community, and the feeling of discovery you get when you push yourself. Our first storyteller is Patrick McGraw, who told this at a Twin Cities Story Slam, where the theme was pride. Just as a note, in the story, Patrick quotes a homophobic slur that was directed at him.
Here's Patrick, live at the Mock.
My relationship with sports is a fairly typical one for an effeminate kid growing up in the 70s and 80s. Short story, I grew to hate them. And being a painfully shy kid didn't make things easier. The first time I was called a faggot was in fifth grade. It was because of how I walk and talk, so gender policing at its finest. When I went to junior high, I almost instantly stopped eating in the cafeteria because it was just easier for me to eat alone by my locker than navigate so many people. But my locker in seventh grade was just down the hall from the gym. And the 10th grade boys, their gym class ended during my lunch period. They had to wait in this long hallway of the locker room behind the door until the bell rang.
But one day, a few of them crossed the threshold. They grabbed a fire extinguisher and started spraying me with it, calling me a faggot. To me, these were the people who played sports, so why would I want to play sports with them? So I quit tennis, I stopped golfing. Football was a non-starter. Later, when I came out, sports would creep back into my life. Running in my 20s, hiking in my 30s, but these were things I could do on my own. Team sports, they didn't reenter my horizon until I moved to Portland in my 40s. The cafe I used to go to to read played all the European soccer matches. And after months of sitting amongst the fans as they watched their favorite teams, I got addicted. And then the strangest feeling, I wanted to play.
So I bought a soccer ball. Instinctively, I made soccer a solo sport. I used to go down to the garage of my building early in the morning when no one could see me to kick the ball around. So at this point, I'm still shy, hardly butch, and incredibly insecure. And now to boot, I discover I have no coordination and I flinch. Even just kicking the ball against the wall, so my own kick.
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