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brittney griner is a star and nothing else about her matters

All of this Brittney Griner hype is awesome. Griner can ball and she can ball hard. She didn’t fare so well in the NCAA tournament, but that’s probably because there were THREE people guarding her the entire time. Michael Jordan couldn’t even deal with that in the NBA, so he had people like Scottie Pippen, BJ Armstrong, Dennis Rodman, Toni Kukoc – international all-stars, you know? Odyssey Sims isn’t someone I’d want to play a game of one-on-one against, but you can’t expect a point guard to win a game. Ever.

Back before I even dribbled a basketball, Ann Meyers was at the top of the women’s basketball game. She couldn’t dunk. And she didn’t get suspended her freshman year of college for punching someone in the face (video!), but she could still play some ball. She actually signed a contract to play in the NBA. It wasn’t a flashy one and Mark Cuban wasn’t having diarrhea of the mouth when it happened, but it still happened. And it was really big deal. It still is!

But in 1980, nobody questioned whether or not Ann Meyers was a man. If you type Ann Meyers’ name into Google, the first thing it suggests isn’t “Ann Meyers man”.

Griner is 6’8” and has a wingspan of 88 inches – that’s 7 feet and 3 inches. She can dunk the ball and she can block anything, since she has a reach of 9’2”. And by God, social media and everyone that knows everything, she must be a dude. There’s no way a female could be naturally gifted in any realm of sports. It’s hogwash. And if she’s really a female, then she’s TOTALLY a lesbian, because there’s definitely no way a straight female would have a deep voice and be taller than most men.

C’mon.

Nobody says Mike Tyson is a lady because he has a higher-pitched voice. You wouldn’t dream of calling him a sissy to his face, because he’d break your nose. The Williams’ sisters are mannish when they’re playing tennis, probably because they dominate so hard. But when they’re not on the court and complete with professional hair and makeup, they suddenly become completely different people in the eyes of some people – like the subject of a wet dream. Megan Rapinoe of the US Soccer Team and an Olympic Gold Medalist came out as a lesbian in 2012, but it was all good because she’s blonde and curvy and only 5’7”, which is probably the societal norm for the height of a woman, right?

An Associate Professor at Washington State University – Pullman put together a hell of a piece on this obsession with female athletes embodying visceral fantasies of sex objects that just happen to be athletically inclined. Mechelle Voepel interviewed Griner about all this nonsense and the last line of her article, which happens to be a quote from one of Griner’s teammates, just lays it all out there:

“She loves being who she is. She’s just a big kid. She loves candy. She loves bacon. She loves sweets and soda. This is who she is. I honestly think she loves being in her own skin, and we need more people like that.”

So, a-holes, what do you think? Can you just go with that? This kid’s a champion, no matter what you think.

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suggestions for the university of north dakota

Back story: Last year, the majority of North Dakota voted to have the University of North Dakota to stop using the Fighting Sioux as their mascot. There are a ton of court cases fighting all of the other racist and inappropriate professional and collegiate team names, too. Obviously the 99% of the North Dakota fans that are douches are all up in arms about it and refuse to let it go. It’s hard with cheers like “Let’s go, Sioux” and “Go, Sioux”… because, you know, those cheers are so darn hard to remember if you change one word out of it.

In any case, I’ve spent some time in North Dakota. Not a lot, but enough (four days and three nights) to where I would like to suggest some options for UND (not to be confused with Notre Dame, because c’mon…) to use as mascot ideas, based on my observations:

  • Rough Riders
  • Long Patches of Highway
  • Buttes
  • Buffalo
  • Country Kitchens
  • Space Aliens
  • Racists*
  • Turds
  • Metal Cover Bands
  • Portapotties
  • Cowboys
  • Rodeos
  • Large Belt Buckles
  • Dead Racoons
  • Dead Possums
  • O’Possums
  • 18-Wheelers
  • Seedy Roadside Motels

Should the University of North Dakota decide to use any of the above suggestions, I’ll only ask for a nominal fee.

*I’m generalizing and stereotyping. I know not everyone is a jerky racist. 

 

 

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rule changes for the 2013 wnba season: my 2 cents

The WNBA announced a few rules changes for the upcoming season today.

The biggest one: flopping. And this should be interesting for some of those players who are too slow to stop the offense so they just throw themselves down to the court and pretend to be writhing in pain for about five hot seconds, until they’ve officially drawn an offensive foul. Then, look at that! They’re lips are flapping and they’re skipping down the court all magically healed.

From WNBA.com: “Flopping” will be defined as any physical act that, upon review, reasonably appears to have been intended to cause the referees to call a foul on another player.

In other words, if you’re going to try to be a punk and go flying across the court when someone accidentally checks your hip, you’re going to get called for it. And better yet, fines will be assessed! And look at it this way, if you only made ~$60K a year, a fine is gonna hurt.

Another change I’m looking forward to: moving the 3 point line back.

The three-point line will be extended from 20 feet, 6 1/4 inches to 22 feet, 1 3/4 inches, consistent with the distance inherent in all FIBA competitions.

It’s still a shake closer than the NBA three point line, but with as many people that have taken up launching threes, I’m kind of excited to see it being pushed back. I realize everyone marks off the three point line in their own driveway and everyone practices launching it from half court, which for me, was the middle of my front yard. But I’m old fashioned when it comes to basketball, I guess. I want to see the guards to the shooting and the forwards/centers doing the work inside. Every once in a while, there’ll be someone that can do both, but that should be a rarity.

The draft is in April and I really can’t wait for the season to start. Or even the damn schedules to be released!

 

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my plea to brittney griner

Dear Brittney,

We don’t know each other, but I wish we did. Mainly because you’re a bad ass and I do love some bad asses in my life. I do mean bad ass in the most complimentary way possible.

I don’t know if you’ve been watching the WNBA season or not. I would imagine you’ve got better things to do like dunk the ball and punch people, both of which I’m totally cool with. But here’s the scoop – the Phoenix Mercury are trying really hard to be the worst team in basketball, just so they can draft you. You don’t want to play for a team like that, right? No, you don’t. That’s your answer.

Diana Taurasi had this “injury” thing going on during the first half of the season and Penny Taylor as practicing with her Olympic team, so they were starting second string players and squeaking by with a win here and there. And the magically, Taurasi’s “injury” is healed and she can play in the Olympics. Olympics are over and she’s playing at the same level as I would play if I were 80 pounds lighter and 15 years younger. That’s code for JV-level. Smells fishy to me, you know?

Think about this – had Taurasi actually been injured like everyone claims she is, you could have had her Olympic spot. SHE STOLE YOUR SPOT BY BEING A D-BAG. This should be reason enough to demand a trade should Corey Gaines and his merry band of crybaby basketball players draft you.

Now, if you end up with Washington, that’s fine. I’ll accept that. That sucked fair and square this year. I would even still buy your jersey.

If you need advice about your basketball career at all, please let me know. I have absolutely no experience in this field, but I do have opinions. Lots of them.

<3+ basketball,
Wendy

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it’s the wnba coach of the year’s birthday, y’all

Happy Birthday, Coach!

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my softball days have returned. for one day only.

This is happening for the first time in 5 years. Here's hoping I don't break anything.

The batting cage was an awesome idea this weekend. It would have been awesome if I would have stopped swing the 28 ounce bat after say, oh, 50 balls. My left obliques are not feeling normal right now. I have approximately 1.5 weeks for them to heal up before I do a little batting in a real life actual game.

Ever since I got Das Boot from my last job, I’ve wanted to play softball again because I miss it. So, next summer, I’m totally going to have softball connections and be on a team again! Somehow, anyway!

I’ve been playing softball since the early 80s, where the coach actually pitched to the kids on their team. My softball teams were sponsored by banks and car repair services and I don’t even remember what else. I was a pitcher until I got into the league where you had to throw windmill pitches. I was not the best at that, but I moved over to the 2nd and 3rd base side of things and all was well.

I had gigantic grass burn or dirt burn or whatever it was all up and down my legs from sliding into bases while wearing my Umbro shorts (complete with boxers underneath them). Nobody even tried to steal third. And if they did, they had to go through me. AND BRING IT. I had some bruised up legs and cleated up ankles every summer.

I am not promising to be the not-quite-all-star I was before, but I’m very excited to play ball in the dirt with some pals in a couple of weeks!

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c’mon, espn. jeremy lin deserves correct grammar.

Ol’ boy is scoring points, winning games, and making the Knicks entertaining again and ESPN can’t even grammar check their articles.

(Yep, I’m totally on the Jeremy Lin train. Everybody likes a good underdog story, no?)

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my history with championship teams

Let’s examine the past, shall we?

The first championship team I remember really following was the Kansas City Royals. When it’s the closest sports team to where you live your entire childhood, it seems automatic. It was 1985 and the Royals were playing the St. Louis Cardinals. Huge bleeping deal for the entire state, right? I was in second grade. When I was standing in the corner for talking too much (this happened daily), then I was sitting across from the one Cardinals fan in my entire class. The Royals, of course won, and my Cardinals fan classmate would go on to be one of my playground fight targets throughout elementary school before he shot me in the wrist with a BB gun at close range. Don’t worry. I called his mom to let her know. The Royals, after that big win, would later familiarize themselves very well with last place. Regularly. They’re still in my list of top five baseball teams.

Fast forward five years. I’m in 7th grade. I’m playing basketball on a team that went 1-5107. We beat the Leeton Junior High Bulldogs. You know who wasn’t losing? The Chicago Bulls. I kept stats on notebook paper of every single game I could watch on WGN. We’re talking hash marks for points, rebounds, assists, steals, blocks, etc. I wasn’t messing around. I had more Chicago Bulls swag than any kid in mid-Missouri should probably ever had and rocked my jerseys hard all the way through the Jordan era ended for the second time. I tried following them after their championship years, but when Toni Kukock is your star player and you can’t find a coach to save your life, it makes it hard for a kid, you know?

I jumped on the Minnesota Twins bandwagon hard and fast when I moved here. Some years, it’s been way awesome and we’ve landed in the playoffs. I’ve been. Every year. And watched the eventual demise in the first round. Every year. Usually at the hand of the Billionaires. Here we are with this gorgeous, gorgeous stadium and all I want to do is watch some outside baseball from there in October. I’ll keep holding out for it. Don’t worry.

Oh, and you knew this was coming. Now? The Minnesota Lynx. I’ve been going to games since, I think, 2005ish? I don’t remember completely, but I do know there have been some BOOTY seasons. Last place here, second to last there. I’ve seen it. But I’m nowhere near going anywhere. Like most Minnesota teams, it takes forever and a day to build a line up that’s healthy and knows how to play together. Now that it’s here, my head might explode. We’re playing for the WNBA Championship tonight.

Tonight is the only night we can go. And we’ll be there so hard. We’re headed out of town the night of Game 2, then they play in Atlanta. Game 5 will be in Minneapolis. As much as I’d love to see the championship won on our court, I’d much rather have it taken care of in less than five games. So, let’s do it, Lynx. Let’s bring it on home!

 

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there’s some catch up happening here

I have approximately 4.5 billion things that I need to write about. I keep starting blog posts in my head (hello, nerd!) and then never putting them into WordPress. If I could get a trained monkey to take care of that for me, I’d be forever appreciative.

Last weekend was one of the most fantastic weddings of all time. I’m totally always a bridesmaid, by the way. Twice that’s been my role in the whopping five weddings that I’ve actually been to that I can remember. In other weddings, I’ve been a candle lighter and a guestbook attendant. The fifth wedding was a Catholic wedding and I’ve blocked most of that out. (More on this latest wedding later.)

I had three days of fever over a week ago, started waking up with sore throats, tons of muscle fatigue, etc. Went to the doctor, stole some medical supplies while waiting, and then found out it’s nothing. THANKS, DOC. Since then, I’ve managed to lose my voice. If you know me in person, you’ll know how much of a travesty this is. It’s slowly working it’s way back and I’m slowly no longer sounding like a prepubescent boy.

Yesterday, the General and I went to the Lynx playoff game. I won tickets via Twitter from a VP of the Timberwolves. They were in a suite, which was way, way awesome. And I think being that far away from the rest of the fans probably prevented me from screaming my fool head off and losing my voice all together. The Lynx won and they’re headed to the Western Conference Finals, starting tomorrow, and don’t worry. We’ll be there. I even ponied up the cash for these tickets. (And more about this to come as well.)

The Kid’s been a rock start in high school so far. He’s got some new friends and the ones I’ve met have been super awesome. It’s weird to think he’s hanging out with people that are old enough to buy cigarettes and porn now.

The whole damn family is heading toSedalia,MO/Belleville,ILin a couple of weeks to catch a high school football game and a city-wide chili cook-off. As always, it’s sure to be action packed and loads of fun.

More blogging. It’s coming. I promise.

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wnba opening night: lynx are in l.a.!

All of my normal Friday night routine has come to a halt. It’s opening night of the 2011 WNBA season and the Minnesota Lynx are in LA about to take on a healthy Candace Parker and the Sparks. For some absolutely asinine reason, it’s not on TV unless you happen to have NBA TV and who the hell has that? I’m livestreaming it from WNBA.com’s LiveAccess. And you’re damn right I’m liveblogging this. FRIDAY NIGHT LADY BASKETBALL PARTY. (I’d make that blinking text if I remembered how.)

Pregame Notes: The announcers are bad and it’s just pregame, so I’m hoping it gets better when they’re not forced to make idle chitchat. Maya Moore’s first regular season game is tonight. She’s got some major expectations to fill tonight and the rest of the season, so it should be interesting to see how she meets those… especially since she couldn’t get the Huskies to NCAA championship this past year. Just sayin’. Also, I still love Coach Gillom more than I’ll ever love the Lynx’ current coach.

Starters for the Lynx: Lindsey Whalen, Seimone Augustus, Maya Moore, Rebekah Brunson and Taj McWilliams-Franklin.

Starters for the Sparks: Noelle Quinn, Candace Parker, Tina Thompson, Ticha Penicheiro and DeLisha Milton-Jones.

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