Sophie Cunningham finger paints a vivid picture of MAGA mindset

Unlike you, I've actually been to a WNBA game. Ten years ago, at the invite of a Chicago Sky publicist. I thought it would be a fun outing for myself and my wife, and it was, in a low-key way. The crowd was small but enthusiastic. The action on the court was spirited. We had great seats — little tables on the floor behind the basket, in fact. We got free popcorn, and an orange-and-white basketball signed by the lanky Sky star at the time, Elena Delle Donne, who powered the team past the Seattle Storm, 92-88.

The game did not create in me a fervent interest in women's basketball. Which is no insult to women's sports. I'm not captivated by the men's NBA either.

But even I have noticed the ongoing saga of Indiana Fever guard Caitlin Clark, whose presence has supercharged the league. Her opponents seem to really hate her, because of — and I base this on my professional research, not personal bias, so don't blame me for these options — 1) her raw talent; 2) her $28 million contract with Nike; 3) her heterosexual orientation; 4) her white race; or 5) all four.

As a result Clark gets poked in the eye more than Curly Howard of the Three Stooges, and she is constantly being bludgeoned to the floor while refs gaze at the ceiling, if Instagram is any guide.