I once had a very similar photo taken of me in high school for a newspaper article — a real hot news item, I’m sure. The photographer INSISTED that a soccer ball be incorporated into the picture, and, if possible, be inches from my face. It was amazing how many bad ideas he was coming up with. Like: is there a way that I could hold it up with my right hand, perched atop my upturned fingers, like a waiter holding a tray? Dinner is served! Or, maybe I could put it on top of my head and reach my arms up in an embrace? Chiquita Ba-yesyes! He settled on his worst idea: turned to the side, neck craned, right arm at a 45 degree angle parallel to the ground, ball tucked into my bicep. Basically I was this girl, sideways, looking back at the camera. Just normal soccer stuff!

I once had a very similar photo taken of me in high school for a newspaper article — a real hot news item, I’m sure. The photographer INSISTED that a soccer ball be incorporated into the picture, and, if possible, be inches from my face. It was amazing how many bad ideas he was coming up with. Like: is there a way that I could hold it up with my right hand, perched atop my upturned fingers, like a waiter holding a tray? Dinner is served! Or, maybe I could put it on top of my head and reach my arms up in an embrace? Chiquita Ba-yesyes!

He settled on his worst idea: turned to the side, neck craned, right arm at a 45 degree angle parallel to the ground, ball tucked into my bicep. Basically I was this girl, sideways, looking back at the camera. Just normal soccer stuff!

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