Notre Dame, what did we ever do to you?Written by Matt Sussman | | firstname.lastname@example.org
First, your women’s basketball team handed BGSU its first defeat of the season, 85-81 in overtime. Then, you advanced to the second round of the NCAA women’s basketball tournament and played your game against North Carolina the exact same time BGSU tipped off against Vanderbilt.
Since I was in Indiana this past week on Matt-related business, take a wild guess which game the local market aired March 2 on ESPN. (Hint: It rhymes with “Schmotor Schmame.”
Fortunately, Kilroy’s Sports Bar in Bloomington, Ind., is not a busy place on a Tuesday night. They were more than happy to switch one of their flat-screen TVs to the ESPN Full Court channel I scribbled down in advance. So yes, kind souls, I drove a half hour to some sports bar that had satellite TV just so I could watch women’s basketball.
Two days prior, en route to my Indiana destination, I stopped at a Buffalo Wild Wings in
Anderson to watch BGSU’s first-round victory over Oklahoma State. If this is grounds to revoke my treasured ManCard, so be it. Totally worth it. (And if not, I’ll probably lose it for usage of the word “treasured” without mentioning pirate’s gold.)
It may sound like your humble author is gung-ho about ladies’ basketball simply because by far it is BGSU’s most successful sport. Au contraire, mon naysay-aire. In this metaphor, the Falcons are rather strong rubber, while Oklahoma State and Vanderbilt represent industrial strength glue. No, the joke is hardly on the first Mid-American Conference team to advance past the second round of the NCAA women’s basketball tournament.
And it’s partially on folks like me who for years looked down on women’s basketball, not only because they couldn’t dunk, but also because they shared the same anatomy as 100 percent of our former confusing significant others. But when you take the women’s game and remove the ponytails and bosoms, it’s still basketball at its purest — and still one hell of an exciting product.
And let’s not forget one bonus facet of the women’s game. As the clock wound down to double-ohs and BG’s bench went bananas, the girls showed all their emotion and joy on the court. Were it a men’s game, the dudes would be dancing and hollering around the court, popping their jersey yet still playing it cool. Why hold it back? Besides, bro, they probably would have cried like girls had they lost.
So maybe in a way I should actually thank Notre Dame, for testing my loyalty toward a women’s sport. And to Vanderbilt for, well, losing.