As I read a biography on Suzanne Brigit Bird, a 38-year-old professional women basketball player for the Seattle Storm. Considered one of the best point guards ever to play in the WNBA worth about 5 million dollars and a stellar basketball player who goes by “Sue Bird”. I remember wondering what life would be like as Sue Bird. Until one day, I woke up in a costly mansion with crisp cold air blowing overhead. As I rose to turn the skin prickling fan off. I realized I was about 3 feet shorter than I was before I went to bed. At that moment I knew something was off. Still shivering I began a light jog to a bathroom nearby and to my surprise I saw Sue Bird. In the mirror, the mirror I expected to see myself in was Sue Bird! I fainted in disbelief. As I awoke, I was greeted with a soft soothing voice, that happened to belong to Nancy Bird. Sue Birds mom! Now I’m totally confused. I mutter “what happened? “. According to her, I passed out from dehydration. Nancy gives me a heartfelt look, a cup of water and leaves. I immediately begin to survey the mansion.
I am in awe and cannot be true. I’m in Sue Birds body, In Sue Birds mansion. Covered in an abundance of joy I begin to take complete control of this opportunity. Instantly running through the mansion in great admiration, examining all the small details, the complementary color scheme throughout the house décor. Until, I stumble over I small crease. Where the fine carpet turns into hardwood. A full basketball court, right in the middle of the second floor. Without hesitation, I grab a ball and test out my basketball skills, because after all I am Sue Bird. In fact, her skills were incredible and precise. I moved with a swiftness I’d never experienced. I spent hours on the second floor discovering things I had no idea I or Sue Bird could do.
Although, I stayed in the gym for hours, no one bothered me. Not even Nancy Bird to my surprise. Then, it clicked, professional basketball players are required to spend hours outside of practice on the court. Stunningly I never felt any shortness of breath or fatigue. Yet another perquisite of being a professional basketball player.
In closing, I went back to the master bedroom to get ready to shower. I check my phone and see emails, retweets and direct messages from people of all ages and races. I second guess myself wondering if I could handle this much attention and idolization. After my shower I go immediately to bed. “Bre?” get up its time for class my roommate yells. I instantly dart to the bathroom and look in the mirror. To great disappointment there was no Sue Bird, but there was an inspired young college basketball player. “Bre Bird”.
Bryon'Na Coulter 