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Sunday, February 17, 2013

[THE PITCH] I have found through writing this blog that my mood and my thoughts move about as quickly as the airplanes that carry me from country to country. Before I left for USWNT camp, I was working on a blog about how player movements on the field operate like magnets, and how the force of the connections between players makes each of us greater than ourselves alone. Of course, the whirlwind of camp swept me away from my writing, leaving all thoughts on kinetics in the dust. So, I rushed back to Sweden (landed Friday morning and then left Saturday morning for a same-day-game in Finland) trying to find the right words to describe the last week of my life.

For most of us who continue to play football after college, we dream to represent our country. This dream, however, is a wild and blurry ride that requires a seat belt, but provides none. Even though this dream carried me 7,000 miles away, it also transported me back home. While this dream demanded that I take very big risks, it simultaneously provided a safe haven for my heart and soul. And although this dream often morphed into a nightmare in which I was not good enough, it remains the ultimate motivator. A dream, however, is intangible—so how can we hold on to it?

In reality, this dream has been disheartening at times because it is very difficult for an American to sustain a career as a professional women’s footballer today if you do not play for the national team. It has been discouraging and, honestly, exhausting fighting for the endorsement of one coach. Fortunately for me, my time in Sweden, somehow, steered me away from this narrow road that always seemed to come to a dead end. Playing with a sense of freedom is like driving with the wind in your hair, and that is the major difference between my game two years ago and today. I really think that if I had made the national team before I went abroad, I might still be grinding my gears in search of fifth. Tack sÃ¥ mycket Sverige!

This week, under our new coach Tom Sermanni, I earned my first two caps and scored my first three USWNT goals. The team buzzed with a fresh energy of a new era. In 2013, Tom will mix the old with the new—the combination of veteran experience with renewed purpose and fresh perspective will push the women’s game to new heights. And to my surprise, despite feeling the heat of this finely tuned engine, I was taken aback by the welcoming nature of my teammates.

Playing in front of the two largest crowds of my career, I have never experienced such a tremendous rush of fan support.  I felt a sense of relief, accomplishment, and belonging when I put on my red and white striped jersey, but this isn’t the happily ever after to my story. You see, this isn’t a blog about dreams coming true. This is about a journey and it is far from over. In fact, it is just beginning. Yes, there is light at the end of the tunnel, and no, it is not an oncoming train. It is the sun and it was there yesterday… and it will be there tomorrow. You only have to keep moving forward to see it. No doubt I will encounter another tunnel or two, but today I have a full tank of gas and I’m running full speed ahead! (Zoom Zoom!)

Back… at the House Of Happiness… I take a deep breath and remind myself to continue to work hard. Now, more than ever, it is important to remember the tools that helped me define myself as a player in the first place. So I put the top down and the music up… Pitbull’s on the radio: “I see a future… but live for the moment. Make sense don’t it?”

Rookie For Life,

[Stoppage Time]

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[Off the Post!I think the fact that I have a little bit of the dirty south running through my veins made me appreciate that good ole southern charm that much more.

Case in point: (2/11/13. Nashville, Tennessee)
You know you are in the south when….

…You find yourself at a restaurant called: The Southern *South of Somewhere* and a man at a nearby table accidently drops one of his BBQ ribs in his friend’s glass of Bourbon. The friend then pulls the rib out, licks it off, hands it back, and they both continue eating and drinking without missing a beat. Now that’s what I call southern hospitality!


  1. Love it. I just love the way you write and I'll never get sick of saying that. As a fan, I'm so happy to see how far you've come and I know your journey is not over yet. I'm sure there'll be plenty of NT caps and goals to come and I'm excited to witness it. Keep it up, Pressy! I'll be here supporting you no matter what!

  2. Proud to say that I was there in Jax for your first cap and first goal for the WNT! I cannot wait to see what you do for the team.

  3. We loved watching the Swedish influence on your personal game and your flawless transition into the National Team style of play. You made your debut look too easy! As you know, we have cried with disappointment and now we sing (albeit off-key) with joy for you as your continue on your amazing journey. Thank you for taking us along with you through your writing.

  4. Haruki Murakami said this of sadness, but I think it applies to dreams: "Like the wind passing over my body, it had neither shape nor weight, nor could I wrap myself in it."

    I can't wait to see what comes of this newest chapter on your path! I'll be rooting for you and I hope, like others do, that you continue to share your lovely writing and insightful thoughts!

  5. The Empress rule began and the amazing has happened.

    You are exceptional talent: fast, skilled, strong and fierce, I predict three imPRESSive goals in Algarve Cup!

  6. I am so glad that Pia whathername is gone. She was an idiot who could not add new talent to the National Team for fear of doing something different. Now that she is gone, you and Sidney Leroux will make the U.S team dominant. And don't get me started on our defense. Thank God for our new coach and his ability to see talent wherever it lies.