The first time I remember being embarrassed on a soccer field was as a 10-year-old when I was asked to translate what the old man with the bulging neck vein waving his arms and screaming in Spanish from the sideline was saying. Nono, my maternal grandfather, was never one to keep his mouth shut. And he…
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