Would you consider joining the U.S. National Team in time for the World Cup Championship?
Spring 2009 “Do you really think you’ll go first today?” Kira asked from her seat next to Conner. “My agent thinks so. He’s already had half a dozen offers from teams. I think I’ll be playing somewhere on the East Coast though since that’s where most of the interest is coming from.” “Will you be going to a good team?” “Probably not, but I don’t mind. I want a team that rebuilding and has room for a new leader.” “Kira, look, we’re on TV,” Ethan said, pointing at a big screen TV where an ESPN commentator was wondering about the two mystery people with Conner McKnight. “Does my hair really look like that?” Kira sounded horrified. “Don’t touch it; you’ll make it noticeable and worse, Kira,” Conner advised with a wicked grin. “And dude, don’t point. It makes you look like a hick.’ “Oh yes, wise one.” Ethan rolled his eyes at Kira, but the pair took his advice, aware of his experience in the national limelight. Kira suddenly dove into her bag and pulled out a grainy X-ray. “Kim sent me this
