I Was a Psychotic Soccer Mom

Living Vicariously Through My Daughter Allowed Me to Celebrate Her Skills—and How Organized Sports Have Changed Life for Young Women Since I Was a Girl

I grew up in Minnesota in the 1960s and ’70s, before the passage of Title IX—the education amendment that provides for gender equity in athletics.

Had I grown up in my daughter’s world, in California over the last 20 years, I might have recognized that I was an athlete. Instead, it’s been the experience of raising my daughter in the more open, post-Title IX world of organized sports that has helped me understand that I really was a jock all along—and prone to sports zealotry.

I fulfilled my high school P.E. …

Harlem Globetrotters, Olympia Stadium, Detroit, 1971

Mark DiPietro, recently reclassified
as the only kid on the street with divorced parents,
reaped the benefits when his absent father returned
at Christmas with Globetrotter tickets.
Classified as best …

Has FC Barcelona Ruined Its Brand?

A Soccer Team That Was Supposed to Be About More Than Winning Betrayed Itself by Signing Biter Luis Suárez

Et tu, Barcelona?

I’ve rooted for you—the Spanish soccer team FC Barcelona, one of the most successful sports franchises in the world, founded in 1899—since I was a kid. And for …

Beating Up Arizona Boys

Other Girls Dreamed of Becoming Gymnasts and Dancers. I Dreamed of Breaking Boards With My Feet.

One day when I was nearly 9 years old, I beat up a boy so badly that he fell to the ground.

I hadn’t done anything wrong. It was a friendly …

LeBron James Is America

Grappling With the Tension Between the Comforts of Home and the Pursuit of Opportunity Elsewhere—and Getting Grief For It—Is a National Tradition

Every schoolchild in America should have to read LeBron James’ marvelously hokey essay in Sports Illustrated explaining why he’s going home to northeast Ohio. Before that, of course, they should …

Confessions of a Soccer Sister

I Gave Up My Weekends So Our Family Could Help My Brother Pursue His Dreams of Athletic Glory (Spoiler Alert: He Didn’t Make It to Brazil)

I was 7 years old when I first learned why people hate Bakersfield.

Sitting under the blistering San Joaquin Valley sun, I stared out at a yellow soccer field as West …