I still think about him all the time, and I was thinking about him again last weekend. You might remember him, too, since I wrote about him a couple of years ago.
Back in 2015 or '16, I was playing in a coed soccer game on a Thursday night in Los Angeles. There were very few -- if any -- other former collegiate soccer players in this league, so I always clocked the handful of other players who stood out. We were winning by a lot, but this other team had one midfielder, a stocky, shaggy-haired dude dressed all in black who was pretty good on the ball and at least made it hard for me to find space and push the ball forward.