Why did you come here?

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 like a decaying worm mass inside of you, almost like a parasite. The only way to kill it and free yourself is to do that thing you've been thinking about nonstop or to say what you need to say. And then finally, you do. 

When it’s over, and that rush of accomplishment fades, you realize 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. Then a familiar feeling sinks back into you, stronger this time. It’s not just in you like before; now it is you. It’s your soul, and you’ve become your own shadow, a dark reflection of your regret, knowing you made the wrong call. 

And now you can’t do anything about it, and what’s there to say? 

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 when my hero Caitlin Clark burst onto the scene. Watching her suit up for Iowa and dominate these ladies filled me with more joy than that one time I warned some fools in the woods not to pee on the third rail, and one of them did, getting struck by lightning - a moment I and his grieving family will never forget. 

Caitlin Clark was the catalyst that opened my eyes to a whole league of underappreciated 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, while I reside in the shoebox that Kevin Spacey keeps his secret Polaroids in. 

And let’s talk 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, as you might think. 

Ah, the times are changing; what was once a channel on ESPN 2, sometimes second choice to just turning off the TV, is now what’s on everybody's mind. Empty arenas are now packed with fans who see what I see: these women have the same work ethic, determination, and poise as the men in the NBA, if not more. Every team is battling for a chance at the title, every deep three-pointer is a nail-biter, and every rivalry is 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 moving forward, and offer betting predictions you should stay very, very far away from. Stay tuned for the latest WNBA news and insights!