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  • Some women really do know and enjoy sports. Many of us follow games with the same enthusiasm as our male counterparts and can recognize players, coaches, and even announcers by name and voice. Why do men assume we are not interested? Is it because you don't recognize the competitive nature of the female? Sure you do. You make jokes about "catfights". You write scripts that feature women at the outlet mall fighting to the death over the last designer sweater on the sale rack. Got news for you guys. Go watch a group of women play Bunco sometime. We will lie, cheat, and steal to be the one with the clothespin at the end.

    My mother introduced me to the world of basketball at a pretty young age. She's been a die-hard Cardinal fan as long as I can remember. When I bought a blue car she told me it was the wrong shade of red. My dad used to sit me on his knee to watch the Great Cassius Clay fight. Howard Cosell made me reach for the dictionary to figure out what feminine pulchritude was. (Sounded like something our cat might have coughed up.) My brother took me to my first horse race and my first regatta. My sister taught me the ins and outs of betting. My uncles and cousins were big baseball fans and one of my earliest memories is of watching the World Series on their floor and wondering what all the screaming was about. I learned the words to Take Me Out to the Ballgame by singing along with Harry Caray. Oh, and Keith Jackson didn't originate "Whoa, Nellie..." even though he gets credit for it. He stole it from Dickie Lane.

    I was asked to leave a basketball game once for discussing a little too loudly my opinion of the referee's ability to call a game with such an obvious vision impairment. After a particularly close game of league kickball, one of my best friends remarked, "Wow, I've never seen that side of you". Some of the most intense conversations I've had with other women involve competition of some sort.

    I've participated in league bowlling, kickball, basketball, softball, and flag football, won a trophy in Las Vegas for Busch League billiards, thrown tournament darts, been a coach and volunteer with Special Olympics for five or six different sports, played tennis and raquetball, run in a couple 5Ks, developed bleacher butt from watching my kids play and compete over the years, and watched umpteen millions of games in person or on the tube. So yeah. Some women are into sports and competitions.

    There are some apparent gender differences when it comes to sports though. Women get over things faster. After a game or an event, men will converse for days on end about this one particular game, play, or call. Women talk, vent, bitch, then we're done and ready to move on to the next thing. Too many other things to get accomplished in a day. We prefer wine coolers to beer with our nachos and pretzels. And don't forget, we have to use the time outs to check the make up. Gotta look good doing the Wave.
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