This book was one of a few catalysts that combined together and led me to start watching NWSL games this past weekend (the others include two sports-related presentations on Dropout’s show Smarty Pants and then sports coming up again in therapy). This book also served as an interesting framework through which to view my own experiences playing soccer, K–5. While I think I was decently good, my team sucked, but we had fun (and then I moved across town and started puberty and quit because I felt incredibly dysphoric [but didn’t have the words for it at the time] and socially anxious).
Anyway, to the review: I really liked the history aspects of this memoir, as well as the interwoven reflections on soccer and particularly goalkeeping by classical authors. I learned a lot from those sections, and I’m now curious to learn more about the history of women’s soccer. I also liked reading about Ervick’s child and teen experiences playing as a keeper. I wish she had touched on the use of the male cardinal as the team’s mascot, however; there’s a brief mascot discussion later in the book, and that would have been a great opportunity to assess this outstanding girls’ team using a male cardinal as their team image. I’m unsure how well-known it is that cardinals are sexually dimorphic, tho (all the holiday decorations with two romantic red cardinals are gay, fyi), so maybe it’s not common knowledge.
I also appreciated that Ervick acknowledges the queerness of some of the early women’s soccer players, and that she portrays the inclusion of trans players as a positive thing. They’re small details and not at all the focus of the book, but their inclusion were still conscious choices that I applaud Ervick for making, particularly since we’ve seen so many heavy attacks against transwomen (in particular) in sports over the last few years.
To be honest, tho, I started to lose some interest as Ervick went beyond college and into her adulthood, probably because I don’t relate to being a parent and (former-ish) athlete the way she is, and potentially because I have some of my own weird feelings to unpack about creative writing (my undergrad degree, but I’ve written only a handful of poems since graduating six years ago, so there’s probably some guilt in there clouding my perspective on things).
Overall, tho, I enjoyed this book. It was insightful and interesting. I like Ervick’s art style as well, and the watercolor-ish and sketchy visualizations fit really well with reviewing memories that often have holes and rough areas in their details.
My final complaint is directed toward my library and is included here as more a note-to-self than as a reason for how I rated this book: I believe my library no longer has a license for the ebook (renewing stopped working after a period, and I got a notification that the library may not have the title; it also disappeared from the library catalogue).