It’s not every day my daughter, Haley, gets to go watch role models play soccer. And it’s even sweeter when I can take her to Subaru Park to see an icon.
I made Haley watch the 2015 Women’s World Cup final. She was six years old, just getting into soccer, the age where she could blast the light rubber ball from the supermarket toy aisle around the living room and laugh as I’d scramble to catch the falling lamp or make a fake-horrid face as it bounced off the TV. She also found joy in rooting for the opposition.