Stream of conscience…

Hey guys, Megan Rapinoe here! Welcome to my blog.

Megan Rapinoe warming up...or is it Jess Fishlock? Photo by Winnie Ho.

Megan Rapinoe warming up…or is it Jess Fishlock? Photo by Winnie Ho.

I didn’t really know what to write so this is a stream of conscience dating from June 14 at approximately 13h30 (while sitting on style-lacking airport chairs in the boarding gate at the International airport of Lyon, France) to July 3 10h49 (on a faded blueish green mid-century style sofa peering through single pane windows onto the glistening waters of Lake Washington)

Enjoy!

I’m so happy my flight was not so early in the morning. I really hate to wake up early. I am happy to have been able to said goodbye to the people at the corner bakery, although I didn’t really tell them I was leaving so maybe they are worried about me? I’m sure they are worried sick.

I wonder why even though it is the boarding time no one is at my gate headed to Munich.  I don’t hear any beautiful German conversations happening.  S**t.  The gate has been changed.  I better hurry, I don’t know how long it will take me to traverse the 30 meters from gate 24A to 20A.

I wonder what the German flight attendants thought of my attempts to say ‘thank you’ for the newspaper? Ali told me that she just used to say “danks”, in the same way we say ‘totes’, so I am quite sure they totally knew what I was talking about.

Finally touched down in Boston. I better switch to my sneakers – my toes are fat and the immigration line is always a hassle. Which reminds me I need to sign up for Global Entry. I’ll do that this week.

I can’t wait to see all the girls. I feel like it’s been ages.  I wonder what Syd is doing right now? Probably something I would crack up at, or I’ll ignore her.  I wonder if they are as excited to see me as I am to see them? That’s a stupid thought Megan of course they are, probably going to need to make a sign-up sheet for ‘catch girl chat’ much like our treatment lists go.

Totally flooded with big fat smiles as I see all the girls filing out of a meeting room! Thank God I have missed the meeting, I can hardly understand what Tommy is even saying! This environment is one of the most normal things for me, although it’s not normal and actually can lead to insanity. I still feel home in the white starchy sheets of a Marriott bed.  I hope it doesn’t take me long to fall asleep…..Good morning Kling how the hell are you doing you little monster? And things are back to normal as always.

I better get up and go the car will be here soon.  I am nervous.  Although from everything the girls have told me, this Seattle team that I am about to join is pretty good and play a nice style – they have just have been a bit unlucky. Nine times in a row.

I am nervous but also curious to see what’s really going on in Reignville.  I’m excited – yes I’m excited to see what this is all about, excited because people’s opinions I deem ‘listen-to-able’ have told me it’s good. I trust them, for now at least.

S**t! Maryann told me I had my own room and I didn’t get all my bags. There were two bags – one with the tooth brush and one with the underwear. S**t I was happy I had the one with the tooth brush but now its 1am and one of my new teammates has opened the door and I am asleep with clean teeth…and nothing else because I thought I had my own room!!!!!

S**t – my bag is totally sprawled out on the other bed and she is peaking her head into the room. I know she sees me. I wonder if she knows I only have clean teeth on!!!! She leaves the room without saying a word, thank God. S**t. She is back, but it’s a different one.  Please be Keeling or Elli, those are the only ones I know…maybe it’s Nairn.  I think I’m safe now.

First game and one point with a tie against WNY Flash while playing down a player for 40 minutes, dominating stretches of the game and with chances to win, is not bad for a first game I don’t think.  All the people whose opinions I can still trust were right.  This team is legit. The coach is legit.  I need some Gatorade because I am about to pass out from the heat on the East Coast.  No wonder people are cranky over here – they are hot as hell all the time! I have Irish skin, I need to get into the AirCon!

I’m just going to fall to my knees right here. Actually I’m just going to lie down for a second.  Nairn – I’m sorry I am not over there celebrating what is about to become the very first winning goal in Reign history, but I can’t move!

F**k yes!!!!!  Boggie you are an animal by the way! Jess, did you see that run Boggie made??!!! Haha oh and sorry I am walking back to the mid-way line after the goal but this is literally the only pace I am capable of right now.

Oh how that home turf makes my feet hurt. And my back too, but Kayln told me that’s not from the turf?? Anyways, ‘I love the smell of napalm in the morning’ – something similar to that. I am really happy to be back in the NW and to be where I am in Seattle. I’m really happy for all the girls, who have been here the whole time, they totally deserve this winning s**t!

Seven points in three games isn’t the worst we could have done…Crrraaapppp – I need to hurry my friends are waiting and I’ve just taken forever.

I feel a bit like we are the one’s chuckling now, and yes I do realize we are still down the bottom of the ladder.

With a cheeky smile none the less.

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9 thoughts on “Stream of conscience…

  1. hehe, read the piece above and you understand where the phrase “megan rapinoe is made of awesome” comes from… 🙂

  2. Brilliant. The stream of conscience writing is perfect. It captures so much more than a conventional blog. Also, credit to Megan for jumping into the Reign line-up so quickly and playing a lot of minutes. True professionalism.

  3. Sorry, I hate to be anything like a grammar Nazi, but your headline should be ‘Stream of Consciousness,’ not “conscience.”
    Stream of consciousness is writing down what, and as a conscious thought comes to your mind.
    Conscience, is that little thing that makes you feel bad when you hurt someone’s feelings, etc.

    • I suspect Pinoe meant what she said: conscience not consciousness. It gets you thinking, doesn’t it? Is this woman illiterate or smarter than most of us? She’ll never tell! .Interesting insights. I hope she rights (oop, that’s not the write word) more. The usual autobio by a sports star is boring as white bread. Pinoe might be the exception.

  4. Absolutely! The best of Pinoe 😉 Great blog; super unique and totally Pinoe. I think we all appreciated the proper insight as to what lies beneath that awesome head of hair! Loved it- more please! 😉

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