Dear Wrexham Women:
I’m a fan. That’s why I badgered my friend Jason into seeing you take on the Portland Thorns on the Wrex Coast Tour.
But it wasn’t the Thorns. It was the Thorns Academy. Like high schoolers.
Should have been an easy win, right.
Yeah, not so much.
When we left (early, because we are old and wanted to “avoid the crowds” as our dads used to say), you were down 4-0. One goal happened because your goalie was way out on the field.
I was, as the kids say, SHOOKETH.
It’s like you had never played the game before.
But I know from “Welcome to Wrexham,” that you are really good.
So WTF?
Did you want to save yourselves an injury? Didn’t work. No. 10 left with a knee issue.
What was the purpose? You didn’t get new fans, and current ones were disappointed. (It was a wreck and then some. Wreck-some. Har har.)

Good thing I didn’t really care about the game.
I cared most about hanging out with Jason. We had a great time! Just look:



We’ve been friends for more than a decade, but are now up in each other’s business because we live in the same place again.
(Side note to Jason: our friendship is over if you send me that lactation pod photo again. 😂)
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed your jaunt on the West Coast.
Maybe I’ll see you on your home turf someday and be impressed.
Sincerely,
Beth

*Hank, of course.



