Remind Me Why We Watch College Hoops Again
Let ‘em paint their face, gawk at Erin Andrews, memorize the chants, co-opt their team’s glory as their own. That’s what college is there for. Live it up. This isn’t a brushback pitch against the college athletics experience. But this is a clarification that none of that is basketball. There are the naysayers who berate the pro game, ignore the women’s game and deign to call the college game the best basketball has to offer.
But those people are confused. They must be, because it’s not even close.
WNBA or AFL? (Or Fourth Grade Nicknames)
Here at Sidelines we like to keep your minds sharp and your wealth of irrelevant knowledge sharper. And what’s more irrelevant than WNBA teams? If you said Arena Football, you are correct (though partial credit is given for the answer “Nothing.”) So if you’ve gathered your answer sheet, a No. 2 pencil, and put on your thinking caps then it’s time to test your knowledge. No cheating!*
Just One Of The Guys: Six Male Athletes Who Are Probably Women
You’ve no doubt heard of 18-year-old Caster Semenya, the South African sprinter who caught the world’s attention after rumors that her masculine looks might exist because she could be a he. A week later, the only things that are certain are a) she’s infinitely faster than the people she’s racing against and b) if Semenya is a man, he’s doing a piss-poor job of hiding it.
The 2009 All-WNBA Goofy Name Team
I’ve held my tongue on this issue long enough, players in the WNBA have strange names. Call me old school if you must, but whatever happened to “regular” basketball names like Anfernee, Shaquille and Dikembe. I won’t apologize for being traditional, but I will try to embrace the goofy names flecked among WNBA rosters by presenting the 2009 All-WNBA Goofy Name Team.
President Obama Doesn’t Care About Athletic People
Have you ever been asleep, only to be subconsciously jarred awake by a loud noise? Then while you’re lying there, dazed and still half-slumbering, it occurs to you that you may have dreamed the loud noise that supposedly woke you up in the first place?
That weary, displaced emotion is what I’ve been feeling about our president ever since the baseball All-Star Game. Something ain’t quite right. It’s unsettling. And it’s only getting worse.
I’m beginning to think that he isn’t really all that into sports.
