Rumors are circulating heavily today that superstar striker Sam Kerr is set to leave Chelsea and make a blockbuster move to the NWSL. A major transfer is happening, and my heart is beating like a trapped bird against my ribs. Sam Kerr IS Chelsea. If she leaves, the entire foundation of women’s football in London crumbles into the Thames. I cannot process this level of massive transition.
Why Leave Comfort?
She is successful there. She scores goals. Why would anyone voluntarily uproot their life to move across the Atlantic Ocean? Moving is horrifying. You have to pack your socks into boxes. You have to figure out a new grocery store layout. When my local supermarket moved the peanut butter from aisle 4 to aisle 6, I had a minor panic attack and just ate dry crackers for three days. Sam Kerr is moving continents, and she’s probably completely calm about it. The bravery is sickening.
The Tectonic Plates are Shifting
This is going to ruin my week. Every time a major player changes clubs, I have to update the mental rolodex in my head, and I am out of storage space. I’m going to need to lie down with a cold compress on my forehead until the transfer window officially closes. The world is moving too fast for Kip Drordy.
