What is this all about?

You know that feeling you get before you act on a big decision you know you need to make. That gnawing feeling, it's more than a pit in your stomach - it's this alive decaying worm mass you inside of you like a parasite. And the only thing you can do to kill it and get it out of you is to do that thing your thinking about nonstop. 

Or to say what you think you need to say.  

And then finally, you do. 

And then when it's over, and that rush of accomplishment fades - you realize that maybe you didn't need to do any of that at all. 

You didn't need to say it.

You could have just kept going. 

The change isn't good. It's just change.

And then a familiar feeling sinks back into you. This time it's stronger, sober, it's not in you like it was before, but now it is you. It's your soul and you've become your own shadow. 

Living with the regret you created.

Doesn't that suck?

So here's my blog about women's basketball

Like many of you, I've been glued to the tv - watching the WNBA since day one. Day one - being the day when my heroin Caitlin Clark came on the scene. Watching her suit up for Iowa and ball on these ladies filled me with more joy than that one time I told these idiots in the woods not to pee on the third rail and then one of them did and died from a lightning bolt straight to the penis - A moment me and his grieving family will never forget. 

Caitlyn Clark was the catalyst that brought my eyes to a whole league of under appreciated and underpaid women that I resonate with. I too can't afford my rent on my current salary, the only difference is Angel Reese lives in an $8,000 a month Chicago mini mansion and I live in the shoebox Kevin Spacey keeps his secret Polaroids in. 

And how about this race war with Caitlin and Angel. This is some quality tea, and I should know... I'm mentioned on the new Tea app quite a bit - and not for good romantic reasons like your thinking.  

Ah the times are changing, what was once a channel on ESPN 2 sometimes and second choice to just turning the tv off, is now what's on everybody's mind. 

Empty arenas are now packed with fans that see the same thing I see: These women have the same work ethic, determination and poise that the men in the NBA have if not more so.   Every team battling for a chance at the title.   Every deep 3 - a nail biter.    Every rivalry a chance at redemption. 

Perhaps this blog is a chance for my own redemption, a way for me to use my feminism and typing skills for some good.  

So come with me and follow my journey into the WNBA. Here I will harshly criticize player performance, give advice on team strategies going forward, and betting predictions you should stay very, very far away from.