photo-1 Give her the wide expanse of the field, the short rush and cut of the court, a ball at her feet, or in her hands. If she’s home, the house pulses with dull thuds–a ball against the carport siding, the hallway, her doorjamb. She lives in her team shorts, her practice jerseys–even on rare, practice-free days. Something is always ricocheting, somewhere.More