Imagine a day when I was a professional soccer player. I would be having a normal practice: dribbling through cones, diamond passing, and a scrimmage at the end. During my competitive soccer practice, professional soccer coaches from the USA women’s soccer team are watching me. They would have dropped jaws, wide eyes, and the hair on their skin stands straight up. They would clap every time I would score a goal, and that was a lot. I could also tell that they wanted me on their team because all they looked at was me. At the end of my practice I would be called over and the coach would tell me that I was selected to be on the women’s professional USA soccer team (the big leagues). I would be keeping it cool on the outside, but on the inside I would be jumping up and down and throwing myself a party. My practice would be the next day for the USA team and all of the girls would welcome with big hugs, high fives, and pats on the back like I was a part of their family. If we have a scrimmage I would play forward and I would be all over the field scoring many goals. I would also save goals, have good sportsmanship, and by the end of the practice I would teach other players my own jukes.