An open letter to Jaelene Hinkle

Hi, Jaelene.

We don’t know each other, but I was hoping to get the chance to ask you some questions last night. I was disappointed when you walked by as I and the other reporters tried to flag you down in the mixed zone. I would have liked the chance to dig a little deeper into the convictions you expressed in the video profile that came out yesterday.

I get the sense you felt under attack last night, between the banner and the boos every time you went near the ball. I get the sense you have long felt that way as you navigate this sport; a lone island of staunchly archaic religious conviction in a vast sea of queers. Women’s soccer really isn’t for people like you. That’s not to say you can’t…