It’s time. You work hard. You take each moment. And then it happens. You wake up one day and realize you’re still dreaming. And then you work even harder to do the impossible—to hold onto that dream, to shape it, to stretch it out, for as long as you can. Knowing full well that one day you would either have to let it go or watch it slip from your grasp. But you do it anyway. Because it’s worth it. Nothing will compare to the last sixteen years. How could it? The challenge of chasing victory. The bravery to fail. The willingness to suffer. The joy and relief when you achieve it. The drive to go again. Sixteen years ago I woke up dreaming and I haven’t slept since. That makes it sound easy. It was never easy. But even so, I’d run it back. Because what a gift. Ninety minutes finished, steam rising off our bodies—the sense of a job well done. Dirty jerseys and scraped legs, all in the service of clean tackles and cleaner sheets. Knowing that if I step here, they’ll go there, and now I can win it. The tilt of a head and a raised eyebrow that tells my teammate everything that needs to be done. Of course I’d do it all again. In a heartbeat. To the coaches who believed in me. To the fans who supported us. To the admin and support staff who kept me moving. To my friends and family who stood by me. To my partner for all the practice reps and knowing not to critique them. And to all my teammates who bought in and fought both for each other and for an idea bigger than ourselves. Thank you. It was an honor and a privilege—to play with you and for you. It means the world to me that you gave me so much. I never took any of it for granted, but I also know nothing I say or do will ever be enough to repay you. All I can do is hope that you got to share in some of the joy I felt every time I stepped onto a field—that you got to dream with me, even if just for a little while. This isn’t the end. I’ll be around. I love this game too much to leave it for good. But for the first time in sixteen years I’m going to find a quiet moment and close my eyes for a bit. Excited to see where I wake up next. With so much love and gratitude, Becky
It’s time. You work hard. You take each moment. And then it happens. You wake up one day and realize you’re still dreaming. And then you work even harder to do the impossible—to hold onto that dream, to shape it, to stretch it out, for as long as you can. Knowing full well that one day you would either have to let it go or watch it slip from your grasp. But you do it anyway. Because it’s worth it. Nothing will compare to the last sixteen years. How could it? The challenge of chasing victory. The bravery to fail. The willingness to suffer. The joy and relief when you achieve it. The drive to go again. Sixteen years ago I woke up dreaming and I haven’t slept since. That makes it sound easy. It was never easy. But even so, I’d run it back. Because what a gift. Ninety minutes finished, steam rising off our bodies—the sense of a job well done. Dirty jerseys and scraped legs, all in the service of clean tackles and cleaner sheets. Knowing that if I step here, they’ll go there, and now I can win it. The tilt of a head and a raised eyebrow that tells my teammate everything that needs to be done. Of course I’d do it all again. In a heartbeat. To the coaches who believed in me. To the fans who supported us. To the admin and support staff who kept me moving. To my friends and family who stood by me. To my partner for all the practice reps and knowing not to critique them. And to all my teammates who bought in and fought both for each other and for an idea bigger than ourselves. Thank you. It was an honor and a privilege—to play with you and for you. It means the world to me that you gave me so much. I never took any of it for granted, but I also know nothing I say or do will ever be enough to repay you. All I can do is hope that you got to share in some of the joy I felt every time I stepped onto a field—that you got to dream with me, even if just for a little while. This isn’t the end. I’ll be around. I love this game too much to leave it for good. But for the first time in sixteen years I’m going to find a quiet moment and close my eyes for a bit. Excited to see where I wake up next. With so much love and gratitude, Becky
It’s time. You work hard. You take each moment. And then it happens. You wake up one day and realize you’re still dreaming. And then you work even harder to do the impossible—to hold onto that dream, to shape it, to stretch it out, for as long as you can. Knowing full well that one day you would either have to let it go or watch it slip from your grasp. But you do it anyway. Because it’s worth it. Nothing will compare to the last sixteen years. How could it? The challenge of chasing victory. The bravery to fail. The willingness to suffer. The joy and relief when you achieve it. The drive to go again. Sixteen years ago I woke up dreaming and I haven’t slept since. That makes it sound easy. It was never easy. But even so, I’d run it back. Because what a gift. Ninety minutes finished, steam rising off our bodies—the sense of a job well done. Dirty jerseys and scraped legs, all in the service of clean tackles and cleaner sheets. Knowing that if I step here, they’ll go there, and now I can win it. The tilt of a head and a raised eyebrow that tells my teammate everything that needs to be done. Of course I’d do it all again. In a heartbeat. To the coaches who believed in me. To the fans who supported us. To the admin and support staff who kept me moving. To my friends and family who stood by me. To my partner for all the practice reps and knowing not to critique them. And to all my teammates who bought in and fought both for each other and for an idea bigger than ourselves. Thank you. It was an honor and a privilege—to play with you and for you. It means the world to me that you gave me so much. I never took any of it for granted, but I also know nothing I say or do will ever be enough to repay you. All I can do is hope that you got to share in some of the joy I felt every time I stepped onto a field—that you got to dream with me, even if just for a little while. This isn’t the end. I’ll be around. I love this game too much to leave it for good. But for the first time in sixteen years I’m going to find a quiet moment and close my eyes for a bit. Excited to see where I wake up next. With so much love and gratitude, Becky
It’s time. You work hard. You take each moment. And then it happens. You wake up one day and realize you’re still dreaming. And then you work even harder to do the impossible—to hold onto that dream, to shape it, to stretch it out, for as long as you can. Knowing full well that one day you would either have to let it go or watch it slip from your grasp. But you do it anyway. Because it’s worth it. Nothing will compare to the last sixteen years. How could it? The challenge of chasing victory. The bravery to fail. The willingness to suffer. The joy and relief when you achieve it. The drive to go again. Sixteen years ago I woke up dreaming and I haven’t slept since. That makes it sound easy. It was never easy. But even so, I’d run it back. Because what a gift. Ninety minutes finished, steam rising off our bodies—the sense of a job well done. Dirty jerseys and scraped legs, all in the service of clean tackles and cleaner sheets. Knowing that if I step here, they’ll go there, and now I can win it. The tilt of a head and a raised eyebrow that tells my teammate everything that needs to be done. Of course I’d do it all again. In a heartbeat. To the coaches who believed in me. To the fans who supported us. To the admin and support staff who kept me moving. To my friends and family who stood by me. To my partner for all the practice reps and knowing not to critique them. And to all my teammates who bought in and fought both for each other and for an idea bigger than ourselves. Thank you. It was an honor and a privilege—to play with you and for you. It means the world to me that you gave me so much. I never took any of it for granted, but I also know nothing I say or do will ever be enough to repay you. All I can do is hope that you got to share in some of the joy I felt every time I stepped onto a field—that you got to dream with me, even if just for a little while. This isn’t the end. I’ll be around. I love this game too much to leave it for good. But for the first time in sixteen years I’m going to find a quiet moment and close my eyes for a bit. Excited to see where I wake up next. With so much love and gratitude, Becky
It’s time. You work hard. You take each moment. And then it happens. You wake up one day and realize you’re still dreaming. And then you work even harder to do the impossible—to hold onto that dream, to shape it, to stretch it out, for as long as you can. Knowing full well that one day you would either have to let it go or watch it slip from your grasp. But you do it anyway. Because it’s worth it. Nothing will compare to the last sixteen years. How could it? The challenge of chasing victory. The bravery to fail. The willingness to suffer. The joy and relief when you achieve it. The drive to go again. Sixteen years ago I woke up dreaming and I haven’t slept since. That makes it sound easy. It was never easy. But even so, I’d run it back. Because what a gift. Ninety minutes finished, steam rising off our bodies—the sense of a job well done. Dirty jerseys and scraped legs, all in the service of clean tackles and cleaner sheets. Knowing that if I step here, they’ll go there, and now I can win it. The tilt of a head and a raised eyebrow that tells my teammate everything that needs to be done. Of course I’d do it all again. In a heartbeat. To the coaches who believed in me. To the fans who supported us. To the admin and support staff who kept me moving. To my friends and family who stood by me. To my partner for all the practice reps and knowing not to critique them. And to all my teammates who bought in and fought both for each other and for an idea bigger than ourselves. Thank you. It was an honor and a privilege—to play with you and for you. It means the world to me that you gave me so much. I never took any of it for granted, but I also know nothing I say or do will ever be enough to repay you. All I can do is hope that you got to share in some of the joy I felt every time I stepped onto a field—that you got to dream with me, even if just for a little while. This isn’t the end. I’ll be around. I love this game too much to leave it for good. But for the first time in sixteen years I’m going to find a quiet moment and close my eyes for a bit. Excited to see where I wake up next. With so much love and gratitude, Becky
15 years as teammates—can’t believe it’s coming to an end. A true superstar when the game needed one the most. You shared with us your talent, your voice and your platform. And fought to make life better for all of us on and off the field. Thank you. Enjoy these moments, and everything after it. So much love to you, Al ❤️
“I’m going to miss the locker room… I will miss that feeling at the final whistle.” 😢 @reeba04 shares with @sammymewyy what she’ll miss most about the game 🫶
Here are some organizations we can support: @abortionfunds @reprorights @the_ilrc @migrantjusticevt @everytown @glaad @naacp
“I’M THE AUNT!” 😂 We think @sammymewyy is ready to become @kmewis19 & @samanthakerr20 ’s baby’s cool aunt 👶❤️
“I am retiring from the game… This is it. I’ve got to do what I’ve wanted to do.” 🥺 The people’s captain @reeba04 tells @sammymewyy how she knew now was her time to retire ❤️
Happy National Girls and Women in Sports Day ✨ Today is about celebrating ALL the women and girls who make waves in sports—including trans and non-binary athletes, who continue to inspire and pave the way for inclusivity in sport 🫶
Happy National Girls and Women in Sports Day ✨ Today is about celebrating ALL the women and girls who make waves in sports—including trans and non-binary athletes, who continue to inspire and pave the way for inclusivity in sport 🫶
The jersey swap between @c_sinc12 and @reeba04 that did NOT go as planned 💀😂
TODAY’S GOOD VIBES FC EPISODE WITH @sammymewyy, @lynnwilliams9 & @reeba04 WILL HAVE YOU IN (happy) TEARS 🫶😂 Subscribe to TWG YouTube and set a reminder because it drops TODAY at 3pm ET on our channel & wherever you get your podcasts at 5pm ET 🤩📺
Thank you to @uswntplayers and @uscannenberg for putting on an incredible broadcast boot camp for current and former soccer players who are interested in the world of sports media! Very cool experience and a super fun group of people ❤️
Thank you to @uswntplayers and @uscannenberg for putting on an incredible broadcast boot camp for current and former soccer players who are interested in the world of sports media! Very cool experience and a super fun group of people ❤️
Thank you to @uswntplayers and @uscannenberg for putting on an incredible broadcast boot camp for current and former soccer players who are interested in the world of sports media! Very cool experience and a super fun group of people ❤️
“I got to play professional soccer for 16 years… It’s a damn good career.” 👑 The legend that you are @reeba04. We can’t wait to cheer you on whatever comes next 👏
Not @sammymewyy & @reeba04 beefing about their love (or not) for candy 💀😂
“I HAVE CHILLS.” 🤩 🇺🇸 @sammymewyy & @reeba04 when talking about Emma Hayes’ approach to motivating US players through the physical demands of the Olympic schedule in our “Going for Gold Preview, Presented by @allstate.” 🏅
“Her heart is on her sleeve.” ❤️ @reeba04 and @sammymewyy on @kelleyohara’s retirement game and the fun that came after 😏
“It just felt… Inevitable.” 🤩 @reeba04 shares with @sammymewyy her feelings on this USWNT Gold Medal team 🥇 🇺🇸
“It was such a Portland day. The scriptwriters could not have written it any better.” ❤️ @c_sinc12’s final NWSL regular season game was magical 🌹🐐
The deodorant metaphor 🤔 @reeba04 explains to @sammymewyy why the Thorns’ coach, Rob Gale, says winning is like deodorant… 😂
