At one time yesterday, there were three college basketball games being televised on our local cable channels. Two of them were men’s games, and one was a women’s game.
That’s not at all unusual, but I dared to ask my wife the following question. “Who is the audience for women’s basketball? Men hardly ever watch women’s basketball, and I bet it’s not what women talk about when they go shopping together either. Next week many people in offices will be filling out their brackets for the men’s NCAA tournament, and hardly anybody will be filling out brackets for the women’s tournament. In fact, I’ve never seen it done. Unless Pat Summit promises to sing “Rocky Top” again, women’s basketball will get a lot of TV time during the next month, even though the audience for it is miniscule.”
My wife’s response was, “There are many greater issues in life than which basketball games are on TV.” That sure is a revelation to me. I was not aware that anything was more important in March than basketball, men’s basketball. I don’t mind at all that women have the opportunity to play basketball, and I’ll even acknowledge that Pat Summit might be a better coach than Bob Knight, though I’m not sure how anyone would compare their achievements. But the fact that women’s basketball is being thrown at us, though it has no natural audience, has implications far beyond sports. Women’s basketball is being shoved into our faces because somebody thinks it’s good for us. It’s the tyrany of the same elitist minority which wants to take God out of the pledge of allegiance and the loud tedious bunch which wants us to stop eating chicken because it’s cruel to the chickens and it disrupts their family structures. The sad part of it is they’re serious, and we’re going to lose a lot of our freedom unless we emphatically tell these people to sit down and shut up.
Well, that’s all the hate speech I can muster up this morning, but I’m sure I’ll come up with more later. I’m just full of it.
