Good luck, soccer Palo Altans Japic, as their lore spreads to Waco, Texas

BLUF: Three months later, I do admit I found it odd that a student from Palo Alto would early-commit to playing intercollegiate sports in Waco, Texas after her junior high school year, and that my comments therefore on the Weekly site were reflective of that. Yet I just discovered, re-visiting, that someone had subsequently slurred me and attacked me for my fair comment.

As reported in the Palo Alto Weekly, Palo Altan Chloe Japic who led her team with 14 goals in 11 games freshman year, her only high school season, announced a verbal commitment to the Baylor Bears class of 2024 soccer. She also plays for a club team named the Thorns (e.g. De Anza Force girls). Mom via twitter says she has 3 girls who can really bend it like Beckham (or move it like Modric more likely).

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Japic soccer Palo Alto via Bosnian youth teams

edit to add: shoot, I may have really “screwed the pooch here” — the Tom Wolfe “The Right Stuff”  vernacular that is not at all suggestive for making a boo-boo — in that Luka Modric, the Golden Ball men’s player and hero of the World Cup, is actually a cultural and geographic Croatian who plays for Real Madrid and not, like the Japic’s a Bosnian. I hope there is no offense taken. Back in the day, when the first San Jose Earthquakes were a big deal, in the first NASL, the one that Pele played in (with Beckenbauer and Chinaglia), the team was loaded with Yugoslavians. The owner was Milan Mandaric, a tech exec who loved soccer, and later owned Portsmouth of England and got them briefly promoted to Premiership. There was a guy named Mitic, Ilya Mitic,  who was a goal-scorer. And a couple more whose names escape me (Archie Roboostoff, not a Bosnian; Laurie Calloway,  Johnny Moore, Mani Fernandez, who also played for San Jose State and I think is in San Jose Sports Hall of Fame. Those games were fun! Especially to an 11-year-old.

I have to get straight my Balkanizations.  I know that in 1984 I interviewed the Olympic biathlon skiier Glen Eberle for The Daily Dartmouth about his experience in Sarajevo and he told me that although he was not previously a fan of John Denver, having a private concert, he and his Olympic teammates (“Country Roads” “Sunshine on my Shoulders”) made him happy and proud. (Glen now owns a company in Boise that makes special rifles for military riflemen — it’s not strictly a contractor, sportsmen can buy from them, as well).

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Not a young female soccer player but a 1984 Sarajevo Olympic skier

Also I know that my Dad Paul Weiss once owned a Yugo franchise, based on his Chevy car lot in Cupertino, near what is now Apple Computers. Yugo did not do so well. And we were the only Bay Area franchise to be picketed. The pickets were former Yugoslavians who had emigrated here but still held strong opinions about their former country; they purported to be protesting us to demand better wages for Yugo blue collar workes, but years later Mr. Miljevich of Saratoga told me that we were targeted because we were Jews and the picketers were neo-Nazis (like that war criminal guy, SM who a few years later, started a war, killed or had killed got killed a lot of people and I think is now in prison or dead). I met Miljevich — beyond merely driving past his street for many years when I lived near Highway 9 – -because I briefly worked for Coakley Heagerty pr and the Miljevich’s were selling the last of their orchards to a big developer — I was a flack for the developer! SM is or was Serbian  Zizek, the author, is Slovenian, as is the First Lady.

Anyways, I have never met the Palo Alto Japic crew and hope to see them play some time, especially if Baylor plays Dartmouth or Stanford. My favorite ladies player is Callie Withers, of Gunn and Stanford who can or could also draw and sing (and her dad owned a hamburger stand, called — you know, that one at Town and Country that was on Cali Ave, Kirk’s). I also like Kristen Luckenbill the goalie of Dartmouth who I saw play in Carolina for the Carolina Courage.  I sat with Mac MacCaughan of Superchunk and Lane Wurster the brother of the drummer Jon Wurster.

I’ve known Albertin Montoya the famous coach in Los Altos (along with his wife Erin Martinez Montoya) since he was Chloe Japic’s current age. I visited Albertin Montoya his freshman year at NC State where his roommate Kyle Campbell was his U-17 teammate tho he told me then his Firebirds U-19 goalie Jon Cannon was even better.

 

gotta run…

yes I know that my photo is the younger sister — do all three have website?

There was also the Rafalavich brothers of saratoga and stanford. Paul Hanley of Los Altos High and my little league team I believe is the brother of Hanley the goalkeeper coach. Meiling Yee of Paly is featured in the athletes gallery at the new Paly gym (by that dude Kerr from Google) for her badminton prowess but I recall her as a star goalie in soccer. Also Mary Harvey former US womens goalie and maybe President went to Fremont Hills, Terman Gunn with me, before Cal.

For the record, 3 might be my best as a juggler, alas. Have I ever scored a goal in any level of soccer competition? I played a few months ago for first time in 10 years with Andres Fajardo and three of his family, plus SR, and looked horrible at times but made a few stops too.

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edit to add, beyond the BLUF, 3 months later: I admit I am still pretty ignorant and confused about Sarajevo. George Packer, a Gunn grad, had a cover story (and a book) on Richard Holbrooke and the Dayton Accords, that temporarily straightened me out. I wrote to Glen Eberle –the Dartmouth skier at the 1984 Winter Olympics, but got no response. In a red herring, I also recently had reason to bone up on the Rwandan genocide — I cover too many topics.

SR and I watched a half of the Brazil- Peru match and I admit I temporarily forgot about having watched Peru-Denmark on a Saturday morning last summer at a bar in San Francisco eating empanadas and drinking a Pisco Sour.

Meanwhile Menlo High has a girls’ soccer player Sophie Jones who was named Gatorade National PLayer of the Year and will suit for Duke (and take classes, we presume — which was my original joke about Ms. Japic). Consistently, starting maybe with Jeremy Lin, I fret about youth sports being too pre-professional and not amateurish.

So the last word here is I wish the Japics many future goals being met.
It’s a big world. It’s a round world. Sometimes you just want to kick it.

andand: this is totally random but if you research Chloe Japic you find she was profiled for the high school publication by Zoe Wong-Vanharen who is also a singer with her family band and a wrestler. (Daughter of Nerissa and Mark).

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TAD or Davis

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Chip Hooper was only #4 for Gunn in its heyday but rose to #17 in the world

i just had a flashback to summer, 1977 and I played tennis every day and used a Davis racket and to determine serve: it showed either “TAD” or “Davis” on its handle depending, like a coin flip, how it landed or was held. (And Gunn was undefeated and approaching the national record for wins, 1970-1980, ten seasons).

Forty years later, I married Terry Davis, aka Terry Acebo Davis, so I chose TAD and Davis (plus I just bought this year a Head racquet, from Ken Arnold and John Swetka).

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Terry and I in our ten year winning streak have never actually played tennis but we did recently enjoy a pleasant stroll, with Duffy, our ball boy, along The bluffs and beach of Sea Ranch

 

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The hitcher

and the hitched

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Visual artist Chyna arts administrator cherry assembled Davis – that’s no lady that’s my wife see Ranch California Guyala curator she says March 3, 2019

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Roughing it (after Twain, 1861/1871/2019)

”Careful to something something something…”

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Photo by Terry Acebo Davis, Sea Ranch Mach 3, 2019

More of my visual doggerel :

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I’ve taken 655 photos since the one of me and Bruce Solar, which was my main target when I went to the music conference in LA two weeks ago

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And sent and or composed to her and 64 emails parentheses since February 11 parentheses

Better if I went back and edited those 600 photos broke them down by compositions, scenes, site.  Once I compose i.e. just before I click the trigger or more significant than the ones that are just screen capture I think. The total number of photos and myself was something like 15,000 which is a ludicrous number.

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Holy Ollie-Sacks!!

While reading, albeit too close to two tables at Oren’s Hummus, the new The New Yorker (Trump holding a banner during a flood), I momentarily — measured 15/16s of four beef kebab-balls and 976/1,000th of a bowl of turmeric rice elapsed time to consume — or 3 cokes, drunk, it not me — which is a Douglas Adams reference —p.  20, ibid — confused Jonathan Lethem (“Motherless Brooklyn” a fave, I literally read it in Carroll Gardens, winter 2001– here “The Starlet Apartments”) with Jonah Lehrer (“I got High with Bob Dylan my senior year at Collegiate and he told me of ghost writing for Hart Crane…”).

Or, as Randy Newman might say:

Dementia,

Dementia.

i don’t know my head from

A hole in my

Something (I forget the rest…something about Bob Dylan pretending not to recognize a shulmate years later in New York, as told to me by an activist at Annie Roth Blumfield’s Bat Mitzvah or her mother’s wedding to my cousin rather at what is the name of the Minneapolis museum the one with Cherry colgado pie

 

ok Now I remember the rest: when Peter Todd Bowman and I were 25, and three years clear of Yale, I lost track of him for a short while.  I had been living in New York City working as an assistant at for our Strauss to row and writing short stories that no one wanted to publish when he got back in touch.  He had acquired an agent and was going to Hollywood. He wanted me with him as co-rider on a stack of ideas he promised me he’d already developed and vetted with his representation in which needed to only my hand. Mine alone exclamation I Alexander Duplessis was the raider he needed! Not Robert town or Herman J miracle which exclamation.  I alone could rock and conjugate Todd bombs sensibility and besides, he had a place picked out for us in Burbank.  Parentheses near a Joseph a bank to boot   Parents. We need shack up together in bash our treatments and it would be a gas gas gas, Lake Yale without all the pointless Gail stop in with a great deal more cocaine hearing this I was his I was there in a heartbeat I saw a turbo urges in a brush and not one in my hand.

Wocka. Wocka. Wocka.

The end. 30. Our age at that time. Where is Fitzgerald said in this side of paradise I was only at Princeton for like a week and I remember most of it verbatim

Minus the shots to the head Robert Cohen gave me when I was his sparring partner before he fucked the matadors girlfriend and found her horn’s.

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Go, Maya! Go, Maya!

Picture is forthcoming but I saw my Dartmouth classmate Maya Wiley on NBC today discussing Michael Cohen and Donald Trump.

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Newk’s fade

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Paly hoopsters hit the road for NorCal title chase

I watched the second half of Paly’s CCS semifinals, Division I game against Carlmont last week and was suitably impressed. The guy I liked best was Number 35 who first came to mind when he stole a ball and very calmly beat his man for a layup. Later he broke the press, receiving a pass at mid-court, dribbled, turned up court and needed only two more bounces to beat two more men and get a neat right-hand reverse and spin layup. I learned later his name is Marvin Zou. (I filmed this; I happened to catch with my smartphone camera, and later texted the last bit freeze frame to Ken Dauber of the School Board and Tom Dubois of council).

Paly beat Piedmont Hills of San Jose a couple nights later; Piedmont had some individual talent but were streaky, too individualistic – -they almost got gutted by a gritty Cupertino team in the semis.

The papers say today that Paly tomorrow travels to Sonora for a matchup with the Wild Cats. Google claims that is 136 miles and or 2 1/2 hours in the bus.

Just for yucks — maybe because I saw my former Gunn math teacher David Struthers recently, maybe because Gunn’s former coach Chris Redfield teaches it now and maybe because I watch the Warriors on occassion with Steve and Eric Cohen, twin sons of Fields Prize winner Paul J. Cohen — I am calculating how many dribbles it would take Marvin Zou to get to Sonora High from Paly, assuming the same rate of 3 dribbles to cover half-court.

A court is 96 feet, or 48 for a half-court.

Six dribbles for full-court, for Zou, in game situations.

Mile is 5,280 feet. Or 55 courts. So for Zou, disregarding fatigue or potholes, a mile is 330 dribbles.

Three hundred thirty times 136 is the number of bounces it would take, on paper, Paly’s Marvin Zou to reach Sonora, for his quest for a NorCal championship. Forty four, eight eighty. (Nice round number: I wonder if he runs track, middle distance?) 44,880.

(That reminds me of the juggling conference at Paly — Steve and Eric Cohen invited me — where I met a guy who was balancing a small ball on his head. When I asked him how long he could keep it there, he answered by stating how far he had unicycled with such. (I have a picture of him, somewhere, and maybe his name. I’m certain he is not Bri).

Good luck to Paly. I am very Gunn-rabid, but come from the old school days when Palo Altans of every stripe rooted for their rivals once such advanced beyond league. One of my peak memories is when my Gunn team played in front of 5,000 fans at Maples Pavillion, against St. Ignatious of San Francisco. We lost by two. I only got as far as about a dozen layups pre-game. All the points were scored by the seniors. My classmate Brian DiBiaso was the only junior to get in and attempt even one shot. But the point is that not only did Paly root for Gunn, versus the all boys, parochial private schoolers from the City, but they formed a giant all-City pep band using musicians from both schools.

And also, in contrast, I have to admit I rooted for underdog Richmond versus home court favorites Paly in 2006 in that I was bitter about Jeremy Lin having enrolled at Paly not Gunn (despite attending JLS) and the further irony of Richmond’s star Wendell McKinness having to sit it out for saying “Fuck” in his section championship game (I was there). So I’m sort of saying Marvin Zou is the new Jeremy Lin, although the papers reported that another Chinese teammate scored eight consecutive points to beat Piedmont of San Jose, which was mostly black athletes. The other guy was muscular while Zou is reed-thin. (Cupertino meanwhile, now that I am playing the rice card,

 

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The Palo Alto girls received the No. 11 seed in Division II and were sent to play at Del Norte of Crescent City. The game is scheduled for Tuesday at 7 p.m.

Del Norte High is 390 miles from Palo Alto High.

“We’re driving up right now,’’ Paly coach Scott Peters said when contacted by phone shortly before 7 p.m. on Monday. “And we’re going to have to go all the way to Medford on I-5 because 101 is closed due to a rock slide.’’

The team will stay the night in Medford, make the drive back over the state line into California to Crescent City on Tuesday, play the game and stay the night in Crescent City.

Then if Palo Alto finds a way to win the game and No. 3 Enterprise of Redding wins against 14th seeded Whitney, the Vikings will stay in the Northern reaches of the state in order to play Thursday in Redding.

And if the Vikings somehow find a way to win both those games they would most likely have to travel to play No. 2 seed Clovis for a game on Saturday.

One heavy-duty road trip. And school is in session this week.

“We’ll make the best of it,’’ Peters said. “A team bonding experience. And I’ve heard the whole town comes out for their games. The guy told me half the seats would be reserved for Palo Alto, how many fans did I think would attend?”

I told him, under 10,” Peters said with a laugh. “It should be a fun experience. We’ll give everything we’ve got.

“But you know what gets me mad? Silver Creek and Menlo-Atherton got the 1 and 2 seeds in Division IV and will play home games all through NorCals. Rewarding losing.’’

Palo Alto (22-4) advanced to the Central Coast Section Division I championship game with a 58-47 win over Menlo-Atherton. Sequoia, which beat Paly in the CCS championship game and received the No. 10 seed in NorCal Division II, beat Silver Creek in the other CCS semifinal 44-21. Sequoia, like Paly, is being sent on the road to Cosumnes Oaks.

“This competitive equity, they’re still figuring it out,” Peters said. “There’s something that needs to be tweaked to fix that. But then, nobody’s going to be happy. And the M-A girls, maybe some of those girls were on those teams that had to go up to the Open. So maybe it’s karma.”

Good luck to our girls but isn’t this a bit ridiculous?
I thought the boys had it bad driving to Sonora….(I just wrote something on my blog about there trip being the equivalent to 44,880 dribble drives by Marvin Zou.
Three hundred ninety miles?

Fifteen minutes later, I’m addending:
Instead of the 7-hour bus ride, why not expand the potential teaching moment by taking Public Transportation?
Have the student-athletes board CalTrain near home, switch to BART in Millbrae, ride up to the Amtrak hook-up in Martinez then take train to Arcata, and local 20 bus from there. It’s twice as long — 13 not 7 hours — but more scenic, democratic and gets away from the “bubble effect”.
While they are up there, visit the Pelican Bay Prison — Southern Oregon University has an academic visitation program — maybe they can ride-along with that.
There’s also of course the Redwoods and some state parks. And the ocean.
Personally, if I’m going 400 miles I’m gonna do more than play a game.
Maybe we can schedule Crescent of Del Norte pre-season in November and add on these educational opportunities.
Go, Vike gals!

Meanwhile, the wife and I just booked a trip to Sea Ranch. I wonder if they play hoops there? I was going to bring a racket, but in honor of Peters et al, I’m bringing my basketball jones.

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