Caitlin Clark is that guy.  Seriously.

Never watched women playing sports — the pinnacle of uninteresting — until Ms. Clark came along and whooo-weee … color me impressed.

Dunno, but watching her play is actually fun.

Not exciting, exactly, more akin to “What’s she going to do next?”

And I find it funny that folks might actually start watching the WNBA because of her, but current players are consistent with the “she’s not all that.”

Wait a minute.  {Proverbs 9:13}

Isn’t the constant tirade of the WNBA that they’re just as good as the guys, but folks simply aren’t giving women’s basketball a chance?  And how about, “We all support each other.  It’s a sisterhood.”

Yeah.  Right.  “Marcia.  Marcia.  Marcia!”  Jan couldn’t rock the afro-wig today … too much/many racial sensitivities involved.  Great episode, highlighting the peril of the unlucky/unlovable middle child.  Peter did fine, though.  Actually liked him best.  Digress.

Anyhoo … my point?  What is said is often not what is meant. 

And truth be told … methinks Angel Reese and the Glamazon from SC just aren’t as skilled as Ms. Clark. 

Dare I say?  Ms. Clark may be the “Air Apparent” and female equivalent of Jordan, the one WNBA player who could actually pay the debt that league owes to the NBA for years … decades … eternities … of propping them up.

Too bad she’s getting mean-girled.

Too bad, so sad.  Doesn’t matter, Girl Air don’t care.  Do you, gurl.  You go.