i’ll be honest: i’m not a fan of women’s professsional sports. quite frankly, they’re just not enjoyable. to quote dwight schrute, “what’s the argument here? nba, wnba. one is a sport, one is a joke. i love sports, i love jokes. room for all.”
the fact is, women’s athletics are typically slower and less exciting than the men’s version. i’m not trying to be sexist or anything, but that’s just the way it is. come on, ladies. even you have to admit you’d rather watch kobe bryant running and dunking than lisa leslie running and shooting. (does lisa leslie still play? i couldn’t think of another wnba player.)
but in spite of this harsh criticism (i.e. reality) of women’s athletics, i have to admit that i’m really loving the women’s world cup.
part of this is because it’s an international competition, and the pride of the united states is on the line. anything that involves a US national team, i’m on board with. it could be team USA dominoes, and i’m there.
the other part, of course, is that this US team has conjured up more drama than an episode of the bachelorette. i’m still amazed by that brazil game, and was nearly as amazed with their late-game heroics against france. so i’m going to come out and say it: i’m completely on board the women’s world cup bandwagon. and the moment that became clear to me was when i was driving with annie yesterday and, without hesitation, said, “we need to watch the final on sunday.”
but you’d still have to pay me to watch the wnba.
