Sergio Rivas could hardly see. Could only find the soccer ball when it was right in front of him. Could barely make out teammates' jerseys, and not their faces. He squinted, as if scrunching his face would yield clearer vision. Didn't help. He sprinted ahead, but the grass was blurred, a faded forest green. Dusk was approaching—the pitch turning a muddy brown, the sky a charcoal black.
Now Rivas really couldn't see. Only feel. But he had to perform. The now-22-year-old soccer player still remembers how the college scouts huddled in the stands at that tournament in Dallas back in 2013.