I’m writing this column because, trust, no one else in this space will. ICYMI, or didn’t know because of lack in acknowledgment that the event was upon us, there’s a WNBA Finals jumping off Sunday. A legendary one. Probably the biggest, most-anticipated versus ever in the history of the League. New York Liberty vs. Las Vegas Aces.
But don’t blame the WNBA, don’t blame the players, don’t blame the players for being women. Blame us, blame society, blame sports and the people who are in charge of making sure sports have become essential to our life’s existence. They say they love the game, love basketball, but that’s their lie. They only have true love for the part of the game that is gender-specific to their own controlling identity.
