Why am I blogging?

That's right I'm a Porcher, I wake up with the bright sun in my eyes and the morning crows rousing me from my sleep paralysis state to another day in this awful world. It would be nice to say it wasn't always like this, but truthfully I've been under achieving for a while now, I never thought I would start a blog... But with very few friends here in my home town (they all became successful and moved away) I've been riddled with lots of thoughts on things and nobody to share them with. I could go out and make friends, but who would watch the porch while I'm away? Thus I am trapped here to endlessly watch people walk by and look at me, wondering why I don't get changed somewhere else. THIS IS ALL I HAVE. My privacy and dignity have been taken from me so now I must make the most of cheap internet and words unspoken to fill your head with nonsense and maybe a little humor along the way.

What is this blog about you might be wondering? 

With very little going on, it would be presumptuous to make this all about me - I don't even know if I'm completely sane anymore. But, I do believe I have some type of value. I can watch women's basketball with the best of 'em. 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 dabbed up President Obama at the airport. A moment neither of us will ever forget. Caitlyn Clark was the catalyst that brought my eyes to a whole league of under appreciated and underpaid women that I resonate with. Apart from me being a man of only average, if not below average athletic prowess. The nickname "Uncoordinated Giant' was often floated around the court at my expense growing up. There is virtually no difference between me and the plight of the ladies in the WNBA. I too am no stranger to being an underdog, someone that was often picked last in sports, or was told to be the ref because "You could at least do that". I have so much in common with these ladies I should turn into one. Ehhh too pricey. Alas I will support them from the porch. If Caitlin Clark was Spider man I'm her guy in the chair. And I extend that privilege to all the women who ball. 

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 personality 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 - so you too could one day find yourself living on a porch.