Player Diaries vol 5… When Writing Just Isn’t Enough

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gaming, soccer, sports

I’m sitting in a local café after quite the controversial day and searching my mind for answers.

I finally got some touches on the ball with two weeks passed but that was 50/50. I battled myself the whole time hating that the Breakers are playing at home tonight and I won’t be there. My press pass welcomes me in the gates but writing just isn’t enough.

Shortly after, I run into someone I wished to never see again and then headed into the restaurant I work at in hopes to finish a great conversation with the owner yet that went sour.

I have been pushing myself all day to keep going, stay strong and I was doing well until… He came along. One of the guys I play futsal with walked by and I called him in to join me. Big mistake, he was on the way to practice with his men’s team, seeing him in all ADIDAS gear made me just lose it.

Our futsal season finished a few weeks back so I haven’t played being I refuse to entertain the idea of coed or any crap not worth my time. Not to mention, I’m burnt out. I did the math, somehow I have six jobs and still battling bills.

I’m dying I need a game, a goal something to bring me back to sanity. I’ve put on weight; I see my soccer ball so sad all alone in the corner not played with freaks me out!

After many years of getting to know myself I have concrete evidence of one thing, I am one unhappy bitch if I am not playing on a consistent basis.

Does anyone have the answers to how I make this work? I’m clearly doing something wrong! Yes, it’s just me with only myself for mental and financial support but I just keep wondering, “How do I make this happen”?

I stand out with soccer and writing and they both can’t put a roof over my head at the moment, so in turn they move down the daily list. They are the only things I truly enjoy. I don’t want to get up in the morning anymore and wish for what I don’t have or curse the things I do to get by.

Someone great once told me, “Ang you’re not as stupid as you let people think”.

A man all athletes love and respect has my answer, “I can accept failure, everyone fails at something. But I can’t accept not trying again.” –Michael Jordan

I guess I’ve known the answer all along and just keep waiting for my time to shine. I am on the verge of finding a rhythm, a schedule.

I have and will continue to fail at things through life but you can bet tomorrow will come and I will fight another day!

My Morning Sports in the City News…

NWSL…
Bianca D’Augostino and the Boston Breakers host Sky Blue FC in Somerville at Dilboy Stadium. Kick off is set for 6:15pm with FREE admission to their first preseason match. Come out and see Boston’s Best get the win.

Player Diaries vol 4… When Will the Struggle Stop

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soccer, sports

Just when I thought things were going to get easier I got slapped in the face with the reality of who I am.

Yesterday was the Boston Breakers try-out which I grew nervous for that morning but otherwise had come to terms with I wasn’t ready and thought tomorrow would be great and be back to building my business with a little knowledge of where I was in the game.

I remember putting on my gear before the first session and I laughed to myself, “Ang everyone is right, you’re crazy”. I loved the thought though, knowing I do things others dream of, wish about and eventually regret.

Somehow I was placed with breakers players (who generally aren’t there, so it was a surprise to get that opportunity) in the first drill of a small side game and we killed it. Took the title, we beat everyone. I played well and it was awesome to have the best of the best tell me, “Great shot, nice pass, good work”.

Just after that “first” drill I was already tired. I work out, train and play men’s futsal but the pace was a professional one and fast as hell.

There were over 50 girls there so we rotated from drill to drill in groups. Where I excelled the assistant coach was so when I made it to Lisa (head coach) I was heavy and beginning to drag.

In the final session it was a full field game and when Lisa mentioned I would go in on defense (like I said over 50 girls not everyone could play fwd.) I asked to be rotated up at one point. So I did my job and played left defender. I never play in the defense; I hate it and actually caught myself inching up too far and giggled as I pulled myself back from the play.

I was very vocal the whole combine and kept it going with pulling up my back line when we had the ball, calling players to step and where I would come in to support them. I happen to be marking the top scorer and took pride in she never scored on me since I kept shutting her down. In fact I was in perfect placement as a defender when our keeper got beat and as the ball was sailing past her, I was there in time to make a goal line save.

All this greatness in the defense, a position I can but never play. Although, I did have my moments of glory up top facing Cat Whitehill U.S National team defender on the opposing team.

I came just to check the scene and after seeing my talent compared to top players, realizing how well I read the game and the great intelligence I have; I began to feel like I wasn’t taking it serious enough. I think it was the end that put me over the top, my chat with Lisa Cole.

My opening words, “I swear one day I will show up in shape”. She looked a little upset with that one. She and I began to walk and I started to discuss journalism with her. I decided to wait until after the try-out to submit the info for my season press pass to the games. Hey, a fighter always has a chance!

Well she didn’t seem into that as well, what was going on? This woman has been great sending me info and quotes for my columns. It was when she gave me feedback I knew.

She didn’t mention my touch, my playing or my talent it was my shape. Very simply put, “You can’t show up in this kind of shape, it’s a different level and you need to step up”.

Since I was a child there has been this beast inside me, this amazing power that comes over me so intensely sometimes I can’t breathe; it’s this blessing of talent and knowing it. More recently I have come to harness it, control it and say, “Easier said than done”.

Yesterday the beast was challenged, insulted and now super pissed. I have always known who I am but the world can be a cruel place and a tuff time.

I was looking forward to getting a normal life put together and soccer will come when ready. I just want to have dinner with my friends, meet a nice guy, get married, have kids and a perfect house with my garden.

Well, we can’t run from who we are, our destiny choses us. I walked away yesterday feeling like a disappointment, and a waste of talent. I guess it’s back to two a day training, no drinking, eating pure and healthy, no social life, no shopping, working all the time and doing it all twice as hard.

As much as it becomes a drain physically, mentally and emotionally there is no better reward and nothing I want more than those sweet moments on the field but when will this struggle stop?

Player Diaries vol 3… When the Impossible Becomes Nothing

In sports an athlete plays many parts but one thing they will always be is a fan. Today I did some more mental training with anticipated Champions League action that of course motivated me for a massive run later on.

AC Milan (the loves of my life) faced Barcelona at home in what was said to be a sure thing for the Spanish side. The odds were stacked up against the Rossoneri but if there is one thing we know about sports is that anything can happen.

I have been so busy with this brand new life of mine and my day was jam packed before I even got up. I was all set up to work away but I could not focus. It’s that damn love for the game again, all I could think about was kick off.

I switched cafes three different times trying to get going but being the football freak I am, everyone was talking to me about the match. God bless cappuccino, I eventually got into a grove and before I knew it was rushing to get set before the clock got started.

A little match insight; Milan is in a huge reconstruction year and their big signing Mario Balotelli was unable to suit up due to being a transfer from England and had played for that club in this tournament. Yet, Milan has jumped from an embarrassing 14th place to now tie for third. Barcelona; all week I have been saying all that needs to be, “Its Barcelona”. The great Lionel Messi, Pique, and Inesita the list could go on. They are a club atop of the Spanish tables and had not lost in their last 19 games.

Until today, AC Milan grabbed the sports world and clearly Vegas by surprise. A club expected to pray just to not get killed remembered they also play for one of the best in the world. Any follower saw the master plan that was put into effect. As a unit Milan shut down the middle and left a squad so use to rolling right into the box with only the sideline to rely. It was pure excitement to see the true meaning of sports, team play.

My boys walked away with a 2-0 win over a pick thought to take home the trophy. I felt so good and remembered myself that sometimes you just have to play smart and safe. Same goes with life, I am working my butt off to build a career and the smart safe move is probably to hold off the NWSL plans for a year to put all the pieces into place.

I just may do that but I will still step onto the field at the Breakers try-out and hope for the best knowing I’m not ready just yet. The point is, I will try. I will continue to chase the high I felt today. Even just as a fan its passion and I am blessed to have it.
So to all you out there that think I’m totally nuts, maybe you should switch it up. Find some faith, chase a dream or just do it. My passion will bring me plenty in life and the Italian giants AC Milan proved me right today, Impossible is Nothing.

Player Diaries vol 2… Starters Never Stop

My entire body is throbbing, hands raw, feet still frozen and I LOVE it. Valentine’s day it is, being independent and with my pure fabulousness intimidates men so my single-self decided to spend the day dedicated to showing my one true love how much I care.

Well I mentioned Boston was set for a storm, it came! Nemo not only showed up but brought feet of its friends along with it. I must admit it was fun to see the biggest storm in 30 years. It started to really get going late last Friday night. I bartend at an Italian restaurant (since this sure doesn’t pay the bills) and we happen to be one of two spots open on this side of the city. People poured in like it were August and the state police even pulled up on snowmobiles to check the scene, it was a rare event.

Saturday morning was something quite different; my usual breakfast spot snowed in, silence on the streets all due to Nemo and the driving ban she brought. Luckily my buddy Mivan who I play futsal with toughed it out and opened his family’s café, I had Seri A matches to catch. Since I sat there all morning doing just that I saw the same faces from hours before looking for refuge and their morning espresso, it was comical. The best thing was some crazy chic that my friend pointed out running down the street and said, “No Excuses Ang”. I thought about it then remembered I don’t even ski! If I ever got hurt doing something so stupid I would snap. So, I decided to indulge and spent the day with a girlfriend just walking around, taking in the scenery and cheating plenty. What else was I to do, not even the gym was open.

Sunday it was back to reality, so I thought until futsal got canceled. Monday I began to itch and it all started to set in, the aftermath of this storm. I HAVE NO WHERE TO TRAIN! I can only go to the gym so much. Not to mention, I hate it. I’m an athlete not a juicehead; I need the thrill of the game. This is not what I need, considering I’m planning on giving it a go with a try-out in March. The only good thing to come from all this was after being forced to rest I came to terms with, maybe not this year. I have had surgery twice in the past year and began to rationalize with the facts to the situation. Besides, what I truly want is in not right now and I have five to seven years left to work with.

I’m not the most rational person, so by Tuesday I was bitchy from not playing and back to figuring out what to do. I kept telling myself, “If I can’t work out physically, I can’t train mentally.” Thank God Champions League is back and was my savor in more ways than one. Just before kickoff “the commercial” came on. It was a FSC bid for nets, goals or whatever that’s not what caught my eye. It was labeled, “Starters Never Stop”. In it, there was a setup just outside the penalty box, a guy taking shots in the dark using car headlights, sun and finally feet of snow. I was instantly pissed! My thoughts were off the charts, along the lines of, “Why am I not doing that?” I eventually stepped back to reality and knew, not the best way to go about it. Yeah, I take one step in that snow outside and my knee or ankle shot. There was something to it though, an idea to be had. My master plan came to me short after yet I decided Thursday would be the day. Wednesday, you just don’t miss a match between Real Madrid and Manchester United and what a game it was. I would had to of put my plan into effect mid-day and that was game time so another of “mental training” it was.

My sleep schedule has sucked thanks to this snow but even though I didn’t get any I was up and at um Thursday like it was Christmas Morning. I went to breakfast with my scheme in mind, wanting to say something but knew my little “breakfast club” would think I’m nuts! So I sat there in silence and waited for the sun to be high then grabbed a shovel, shoes and my ball.

There is the sweetest park in the North End just steps from my apartment that has a huge wall to play off and a small hockey court with nets that I still contend is for soccer. I had hopes in thinking I would dig out a space by the wall and a good portion in front of one of the nets, I was sadly mistaken.

I was like a kid in a candy store, couldn’t wait for the first little block to get a few touches in. I dug right in, literally. I was quite impressed with the way I planned it out. I would do a good section, take a water break, stretch and do some actual work with the ball. I was loving it, for the first two hours. By the third, I was feeling it. The very last stretch I was not a happy camper and wanted to quit but I don’t quit. Down the home stretch I got a little motivation when I noticed a few cops and a snow plow cheering me on. The last few scoops, I was legit laughing. This is what I mean when I speak about passion; know ones care enough about anything to put that kind of effort in. The feeling of accomplishment was priceless.

When I finished I felt like a million bucks but my body sure didn’t. I had just lost the sun and had barely enough time to get a quick workout in before it started to get some ice spots. I almost couldn’t pull myself away from my work of beauty until my frozen feet and starvation grabbed my attention. I was satisfied, so just as I came I left; my shovel shoes and ball.
On my venture to return the borrowed shovel (thanks Leo) I ran into a guy I play futsal with. He looked at me and said, “Shoveling huh Ang”. My stomach dropped, and my mind went miles away think oh god people think I’m crazy! Christian is a tuff old school cookie that is an unbelievable player who tells it like it is. I was waiting for him to lecture me on being a screw loose but he said, “That’s dedication. I really gotta hand it to you Ang.” It wasn’t even the words it was his face, he ment it. I didn’t think I could of been more satisfied but a compliment from a player of his caliber, I was proud to me be at that moment.

One thing that kept me going all those hours was that I knew its Valentine’s Day. The day dedicated to show gratitude to the one that has been there through thick and thin, listened even though I may not have always gotten my way, the only one who has given me true happiness and the one you just can’t live without. People already think I’m nuts so why not put it out there. I am not normal, I will never settle and I sure as hell didn’t spend my Valentine’s Day with someone that “will do”. As I was walking away from my finished work all I could think is, now that’s love!

Now This is Love…

Player Diaries vol 1… The Quite Before the Storm

This morning I got called out in a conversation, “What are you still trying to play Ang”? I wasn’t quite sure where to begin with an answer but I straight replied, “Yes”. I followed up with, “I am 32 years old and don’t want to do this forever.” Meaning struggle; no new stilettos, just make rents, bills, groceries and clearly never going out. Inside I knew it was just me covering up the fact I couldn’t look this person in the face and say, “You have no idea what it feels like inside to know that you are great at something”. I did mention, “I may not be ready but I have to try. I am only 32, that’s not old just yet.” The saddest thing in life is wasted talent and when you know you have it you feel a responsibility to it. No one seems to understand why I keep fighting, living just to get by. I know; people don’t have passion anymore. The pleasure of that sweet shot sliding down the backside of the net, the field, the game and the life. It’s my heart, my blood, my soul, which seems doesn’t exist much in anyone these days.

From then I got into a grove with work, really on a roll. I wanted to keep going but all morning the talk of the town was, “Nemo, Nemo, and Nemo.” Boston has been in line for feet of snow to start tomorrow and show no mercy of stopping. So for the past two days with so much “work” to do have focused on getting outside, training while I can. Soccer is my thing, it’s who I am. So why I continue to live in some of the coldest places in the world baffles me. I grew up in South Dakota, moved to Alaska and Boston is my home. I feel like I am in Germany, if I were at least I would have a quality men’s club nearby to follow.

When I got back to my apartment after prying myself from work, I just did not want to work out. The thought of travel to Southie; A dark and Irish infested ghetto with dirty heroin addicts but it’s the closets field. I was on hard times recently and lived in good ol Andrew Square, so I knew. I did all I could in my mind to justify the gym even flipped a quarter. There has been something inside me lately, something down deep pushing me. Ever since I busted out of that place (by far my darkest spot in the city) I feel like I have been given a new life, so I will take. Before I knew it I was all packed up, getting off the train with my little Sicilian head down, putting one foot in front of the other and was off to the field.

The only good thing about the location, it’s next to the beach. Wait, it’s February! The wind off the water… Where is the California sun when a girl needs it? By that time all I could see was my saving grace. Whenever I get out there everything and everyone fade away. I’ve been going pretty hard with training the past few weeks so when you know it’s too cold to work out and your body is strong, the feeling is priceless. There was a point where my legs were like lifting bricks. I flashed back to the 2005 Boston Marathon on the homestretch of Boylston St. The weight of my legs at 26 miles was similar to this damn cold. I softly smiled and remembered my goal of the marathon; run the whole thing without stopping and that I did. This cold… Impossible is Nothing!

In this country soccer is the “All American” sport where most come from money. I’ve always been good but my upbringing, not so great. Most the girls I compete against have parents on the sidelines and happy homes, If only they knew. I don’t mind, it gives me an extra edge. With being a lead journalist for the new NWSL it really gives hope. Yet at 32 all this tearing and training I do, will it ever work? A nation so far behind in the world’s game, will I have enough time or will I help this sport grow through other talents. Stay tuned for more of the fight in a female athlete that just won’t seem to quit.

Player Diaries Introduction

I am a business savvy soccer player who is breaking out with my journalism background and talent. I have traveled my whole life by the grace of goal scoring and hope to share my experiences and encourage growth. I have been a private person most my life but was recently blessed with a new one. I will be putting it all out there; struggle, triumph, past, present and the glory of it all.

Player diaries are is an innovative side to sports journalism. With my career taking off in more ways than one I thought, “why not jump in”. I will begin with the present, right from training today. I decided to include an introduction of my player and journalism “resume”. I will dip into memories as the diaries go on but this is just an insight to the facts of…

Ms. Angela Cornacchio
Playing Position: Left Forward, Left Midfield
Height: 5ft 7 inches (1.73736m)
Date of Birth: December 18th 1980
Place of Birth: Rapid City, South Dakota, USA
Home Town: Boston, Massachusetts

Honors
2013 Current 4th place lead scorer in AC Boston men’s futsal league
2012/13 Starting Mid/Fwd for EMWSL Div. 1 Opus
2011 Record breaking all-time leading scorer at Revere Indoor Women’s league: Revere, Ma
2010 league leading scorer: EMWSL DIV 1 Havoc Boston, Ma
2009 3rd overall in league scoring: EMWSL DIV1 Havoc Boston, Ma
2004 3rd overall for region in goal scoring: Lesley University, Cambridge Ma
2001 Captain, team top scorer, and 3rd in conference: Bunkerhill College, Charlestown, MA
1999 Captain, and MVP, Sportsmanship award recipient of Rushmore Cup
1996 Most valuable player in South Dakota: Olympic Development
1994 ranked 7th overall in goal scoring: Midwest region of club programs
1995-1998 was a co-captain: Rushmore Soccer Club Rapid City, South Dakota
1996 was leading goal scorer: Midwest region of premier clubs
1996 won a shoot out for a spot to train with the Brazilian Women’s National Team

Professional Career
2011 Brescia in Seri A Femminlie, women’s professional soccer in Italy
2011 WPS Preseason tryouts
WPS Boston Breakers (second round), and Western New York Flash (final cuts)
2005-2006 WPSL Massachusetts Stingers Fall River, MA
Co-captain, starter and scored 5 goals and had several assists, helping the team to make it through the first round of playoff. Coached the weekly youth team’s camps for ages 5-17.
2007-2008 WPSL Rhode Island Rays, Warrick, RI. Started in all matches, was the leading goal scorer in the conference with 8 goals. MVP of the many games, helping the team finished 6th in WPSL playoffs. Coached youth camps ages 5-17.
2001 WUSA invited to Boston Breakers try-out but could not play due NCAA college status

College Career
2001 Bunker Hill College Starting center forward for all matches. I was a co-captain and 3rd overall in goal scoring. I had 9 assists and was offered three div1 scholarships from my freshman year.
2002-2003 CCRI Warrick, RI. Starting left forward or midfield for all games, helping the team win the National Championship with an undefeated record of 22-0. Top ten goal scorer in the league the season.
2004 Lesley University Cambridge, Ma. I was 3rd overall in region for goal scoring. I appeared and started as center forward in all 17 matches. I was a co-captain and was voted best team mate.

Club Soccer Career
1994-1998 Olympic Development Program (ODP) Trained and played under the South Dakota Olympic development program. Represented South Dakota in the National ODP training camp, excelling and making the final team every year.
1988-1999 Rushmore Soccer Club Rapid City, South Dakota. Received coaching training from Brazilian, German, and American coaches. Starting midfielder/ forward player, playing in soccer championships and tournaments in the State, the regional and at the national level. Scored many goals and assists which help me earned many awards for this club.
High School
1998/1999 Seasons Rapid City Central Cobblers. Help launch the program in the state, was a starter and 2nd overall in state for scoring both years and lead team to state finals in 1998.

Journalist/ Reporter/ Editor
angela.cornacchio@gmail.com

Sports Channel for women Soccer Host/ Columnist
http://www.sportschannelforwomen.com
February 2013- Present
Sports Channel for Women is a channel focused on all sports all women. The launch for the programing is set for April. I will be covering soccer in general yet will be the lead reporter for the new NWSL.

NWSL Columnist at Soccer Newsday
http://www.soccernewsday.com
January 2013 – Present (1 month) Boston, Ma
Soccer Newsday covers Daily soccer news, blogs, columns, podcasts & videos from the USA, Canada and the World! Here I will have a weekly article with up to date information, player info and opinions on the new National Women’s Soccer League in the United States.

Columnist “Socially Scene” at Boston Post-Gazette
http://www.BostonPostGazette.com
August 2012 – Present (6 months) Boston, Ma
“Socially Scene” – is a weekly column that covers events going on around the Boston area. I focus on Fashion Shows, Concerts, Food and wine expos and anything of interest to our readers. I also write public relation articles on local business.

Editor in Chief at Sports in the City
http://www.SportsintheCity.wordpress.com SportsintheCity “Facebook” SportinCity “Twitter”
May 2012 – Present (9 months) Boston, Ma
I have a weekly column/blog covering a recent sporting event and or team specific. I spend time daily using social media to promote the column as well update on scores, game times, stats, player trades and any breaking news.

National Women’s Soccer League Begins to Take Shape

The National Women’s Soccer League is starting to find their feet as they have announced the placement for the 23 Americans, 16 Canadians and 16 Mexicans for the inaugural 2013 season set to begin play in early April. On Friday January 18, 2013 the college draft will take place at the NSCAA Convention in Indianapolis.
The allocation process was conducted by experts where the player’s ability and position weighed heavy on the results. Along with the panel’s collective decisions players selected their preferred destinations and clubs. A few star lit placements included; Sydney Leroux an up and coming powerhouse for the United States will join the Boston Breakers, Portland Thorns FC acquired America’s sweetheart Alex Morgan along with Christine Sinclair a player quoted by Abby Wambauch as the most under rated player in the game, Seattle Reign FC gained the ever famous Hope Solo and playing for the New York Flash will be FIFA 2012 female player of the year, Abby Wambach. As each roster is begining to take shape with already established players this coming Friday will be the addition of the fresh from college hopefuls. The draft will consist of four rounds and the order will be determined by a blind draw. There are eight clubs and each will have a specific amount of time to make their picks in every round. A total of thirty-two players will be selected. Following the draft will be the opportunity for the hidden talent to show themselves as clubs will host an open tryout just before preseason which is set to begin for most in March.
This is the third time for professional women’s soccer to make an appearance in this country yet in this round there are a few key changes. The formation of the new league is that U.S. Soccer will essentially run the front office. With a vested interest to ensure national team players have somewhere to play leading up to the 2015 World Cup; they plan to create a viable economic model. The teams will still be privately owned, but the federation will pay the salaries of twenty four U.S. national team players, Mexico for their sixteen and Canada will do the same. In years past we have been the only setup with no affiliation to the men’s side. In Europe women’s programs are a spin off from the men’s, holding the same team name and sponsors. With the NWSL there will be at least one MLS ownership group involved, the Portland Timbers are the first to commit to the new league with a chance there may be more. The most promising edition for the new program is that U.S. Soccer has a handshake agreement with one national sponsor and is looking into television deal that could bring real exposure to the women’s game. Even though the sport is just catching up to the rest of the world the national team here in the United Sates have always been contenders and more often than not champions. With the new style and contributions I see a bright future for the game and with a little luck the third time just may be a charm.

Third Time is a Charm, New Women’s Professional Soccer League Set for 2013….

Last Wednesday, U.S. Soccer Federation president Sunil Gulati revealed that the new league will launch in April of 2013 with eight clubs in the following major cities; Boston, New Jersey, Western New York, Washington D.C., Chicago, Kansas City, Seattle and Portland. Two previous professional leagues ultimately folded, the WUSA which ran from 2000-2003 and most recent the WPS from 2009 through 2011. The sport has time and again shown it can draw large numbers of fans in the stands also on TV for the World Cup and Olympics, but women’s soccer has yet to find a steady ground as a pro sport in the U.S.
The formation of the new league is that U.S. Soccer will essentially run the front office. With a vested interest to ensure national team players have somewhere to play leading up to the 2015 World Cup; they plan to create a viable economic model. The teams will still be privately owned, but the federation will pay the salaries of 24 national team players. U.S. Soccer has a handshake agreement with one national sponsor and is looking into television deal. With discussions over the last several months it has been confirmed that the Canadian Soccer Association is partnering with the new model and the Mexican Federation is doing the same. Currently we are the only setup with no affiliation to the men’s side. In Europe women’s programs are a spin off from the men’s, holding the same name and sponsors. There will be at least one MLS ownership group involved in the launch of 2013 and a chance there may be more. The Portland Timbers issued a statement they will be partnering with U.S. Soccer to operate the local franchise. With so much new progression we here in Boston have always had a strong organization. Head coach Lisa Cole commented, “We are looking forward to being a part of the new league. It is again an exciting time for women’s professional soccer here in the US.” The Breakers will once again play their home games at Dilboy Stadium in Somerville. Last season in WPSL Elite, the Breakers sold out all seven home games for a total attendance over 15,000 and winning the regular season championship. You can access more information and purchase tickets at http://www.breakerstickets.com or call 781-619-9337.
With all going on in sports today; the lock-outs, scandals and players outrageous demands one thing remains clear, these women have amazing commitment to their sport. They hold true to the definition of an athlete and play for the love of the game. With a nation just catching on, a league folding several times this country can still say, “We are the best.” Players like Abby Wambauch becoming a house hold name, Alex Morgan the girl next door and captain Christie Rampone a 37 year old mother of two the global brand for this sport Adidas said it best, “ Impossible is Nothing”.