Instead of breaking through with a degree of permanency via golden goose Caitlin Clark, the WNBA has fouled its own nest for good.
The WNBA is no longer a sports league.
The WNBA is a nonstop sociological experiment.
Every happening, on-court and off, is viewed through a political prism.
USA Today somehow conflated Clark flopping with Emmett Till infamously being lynched in 1955.
Wrote that Clark might potentially be responsible for igniting racist violence.
For endangering the league’s Black lesbian players in the name of protecting white women.
Hard to believe, right? Read the column. I’m not exaggerating.
Lots of NBA players flop. Soccer players, too, for that matter.
Similar conclusions don’t get drawn.
Sophie Cunningham’s common-sense stance against biological males playing women’s sports has made her either transphobic or a hero, depending on which side you’re on.
Adidas is on the side of profit. Their Cunningham shoe sold out online within 24 hours.
The people choose, but the WNBA and its critics don’t care.
It’s not all good for Cunningham.
She can never again be just a basketball player.
The WNBA can never again be just a basketball league.
It’s the wrong kind of microscope.
This is permanent. Not fixable. Past the point of no return.
It can’t be any fun to play in.
Unless you thrive on chaos. (That description probably fits plenty.)
Unless you’re USA Today or The Athletic, which have long since left behind sensible sports coverage for social-justice warfare.
The former is dedicated to persecuting Clark.
In addition to the Emmett Till insanity, USA Today reported that Clark skipped the WNBA’s Orange Carpet gala that precedes the All-Star Game to get her hair done in Des Moines, her hometown.
She was actually attending a function on behalf of her charity, the Caitlin Clark Foundation.
It will never stop.
It will get worse, not better.
The WNBA, with plenty of help, has reached a level of self-sabotage otherwise unseen in sports.
Except the Pittsburgh Pirates when manager Don Kelly gets to thinking. Or doesn’t.
