This story originally ran for The Cincinnati Enquirer on July 7, 2017
If Cincinnati truly is on the forefront of soccer in this country, Futbol Club Cincinnati President and General Manager Jeff Berding wanted to make his message clear:
“There’s no backseat to the boys.”
On Friday morning at Nippert Stadium, Berding announced the reigning FIFA World Cup champion U.S. Women’s National Team will host New Zealand on Sept. 19 at Nippert in a friendly match. This will make the national team’s fourth visit to the city and first since 2008.
“We’ve had the opportunity to put Cincinnati on the national stage,” Berding said. “This is strong proof, soccer, our sport, strives in our city.” (continue reading here)
This story originally ran in The Post on Jan. 25, 207
Jason Carter walked into the press conference and lowered his head.
Five minutes removed from the best night of his career — 20 points and seven rebounds in only his second start — Carter sat silently, frustrated with the only shot he’ll remember in Tuesday evening’s 79-76 loss to Toledo in The Convo.
With seven seconds remaining and midway through a broken play, Carter managed to slip free of his man and stood alone behind the 3-point line. His shot clanked off the back of the rim. The Bobcats never took another attempt.
“I just gotta get over it,” Carter said. “I can’t let it hang over me.”
Then Jaaron Simmons spoke up. “He’ll make the next one.” (continue reading here)
Bo Hardy started the game as a safety. He ended the game as the Ohio leading rusher and likely the running back the team will utilize moving forward.
The move to offense wasn’t by choice. While Ohio comfortably cruised past Gardner-Webb 37-21 on Saturday afternoon at Peden Stadium, running back woes only grew and left Frank Solich bleakly staring ahead in the press conference.
“Probably not,” he said about a having a position so depleted so quickly in his coaching career. “Probably not after four games. It’s just an oddity.”
It’s an oddity that needs a solution. (continue reading here)
This story originally ran in The Guardian on May 16, 2016
When Bjorn Knudsen talks, the whiskers from his eyebrows and beard poke out of his orange, full-body suit. When Knudsen walks, his father, Chip, holds him by his shoulders, helping him keep balance and walk straight.
“No curb,” Chip says when they cross a street, making sure Bjorn doesn’t stumble.
Bjorn, with a massive bass drum strapped to his chest, begins beating the drum while others are chanting. “How can you see the drum?” someone shouts.
Bjorn, Chip and 150 others are marching just under a mile from Mecklenburg Gardens, a quaint corner bar, toward Nippert Stadium — the home to what’s quickly becoming America’s most fascinating new club. (continue reading here)