The power of colder weather

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Not long ago, in my power of poop post about running, I documented how I’d been struggling to reach the run speeds I had been accustomed to all through my 20s and 30s.  How ever since I spent my last birthday waylaid with a nasty ear infection, I haven’t been able to crack sub-30 minute 5K times since, and how it was really affecting my general confidence and morale.  Yes, I know that Father Time is undefeated and age does eventually catch everyone at some point, but it’s the story of my life to fighting it off as long as I can, and I didn’t really feel like it was my time yet to give into inevitability.

Welp, with the season finally seemingly changing to actual fall now, where the mornings are crisp and cool, I’m pleased to say that it’s been helping my overall run speeds, and, knock on wood, but I’ve been getting some of my old swiftness back, and I’ve been able to crack sub-30s again.

The first time it happened, I remembered thinking how I felt a little bit faster, and that I wasn’t getting as fatigued, presumably since the cooler air was keeping my body at a better running temperature, but when I was watching my tracker, I was elated to see myself pass the 3.11mi mark with a time that had a leading 2 instead of a 3, and although I beat it by just nine seconds at 29:51, the goal was still met, under 30 minutes.

One time could be a fluke, so I didn’t think that much of it, but then the next run was even better, shaving almost an entire minute off that at 28:25, but the next day was also under 30 minutes, and then this whole post started to formulate in my mind, about how amazing it is that just the weather getting cooler is such a massive contributor in the improvement of my running performance entirely.

Obviously, there are many obvious reasons for this that are no-brainer explanations, but all the same, I’m very pleased to see that, even if it’s weather-aided, I’m getting back to sub-30s, and it actually encourages my desire to run a little bit more than when I was constantly struggling and failing to hit my goals.

It makes me think of my old car enthusiast days, where cold-air intakes were the go-to first upgrade most people made in their rides, and how they always had long pipes that were always situated near the bottom of the engine bays, with promises that sucking in cooler air from away from the heat-generating motor would guarantee horsepower gains of upwards of 5-10 horsies.  I mean the science behind it is as obvious as it is with humans, but at least it lets me make a The Fast and the Furious reference that I think about it whenever I think about cold air intakes.

All the same, I’m pleased enough with this boost in personal human performance to where I want to write about it, but I also find myself not dreading run days as much as I was when I felt that getting back to sub-30s was beginning to feel like an impossibility.

Late edit: just ran a 27:48 5K time the morning before I posted this.  Love this shit

The jokes just write themselves

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I know that I was disappointed that the Atlanta Dream lost in the WNBA Finals, but I came across this observation recently, and it was like the layup of topics that got the ‘ol dad brain firing and wanting to get some words out onto doc, and here we are.

I was tangentially aware of the existence of Kaitlyn Chen, as a fellow Asian, these kinds of things are typically spoon-fed to us via The Algorithm, and it’s cool to see any sort of Asian representation, even in an oft-criticized league such as the WNBA.  I didn’t know of her history, where she went to college(s), but I saw a pretty tall girl who was playing on a WNBA team, and wasn’t just like some Yuki Kawamura-like Asian mascot meant to move merchandise in Asian communities, but a more actual contributor for the Golden State Valkyries.

The thought of her didn’t cross my mind again until more recently when I saw her name in headlines when the Valkyries took game 4 or game 5 of the WNBA Finals, from some Asian community wanting to talk about how an Asian person was on a team vying for a championship, and I was all like ohhh yeah, that chick is on the Golden State team.

But after the Valkyries had won the championship, I saw this (above) fascinating factoid about the history of Kaitlyn Chen, proclaiming her to be the “Perfect Asian Daughter” and the gears immediately began churning, and the jokes began to write themselves unconsciously, because if you’re going to proclaim something like perfect Asian daughter, you better believe that there’s going to be a tremendous amount of return fire.

It’s best if you can imagine all of these quips being spoken in the angry, aggressive broken Engrish that of a stereotypical overbearing Asian parent:

  • Princeton? Why not Harvard, or Yale?
  • Why no Olympic gold medal?
  • Did you start game? (no)
  • Now you have basketball success, time to go be doctor or lawyer
  • Still wish you were more like Jonny Kim

And then there’s some observational humor that is no less entertaining:

  • Her parents are now only sort of disappointed that she didn’t end up as doctor or lawyer
  • RIP to Kaitlyn Chen’s cousins who will have this bar to always be compared to

And of course, there’s the unfortunate old-world take of Asian parents who don’t take nearly as seriously the success and accolades of daughters as they would sons.

I would never follow in that pattern, but the point remains that such is the reality for those super ingrained in the culture.

All the same though, as entertaining as the whole train of thought was, undoubtedly the joke about Kaitlyn Chen being the perfect Asian daughter couldn’t possibly have been imagined up by an actual Asian person, because Asian daughters get the raw end of the deal most of the time and no really Asian parents would consider their kids much less daughters, anything remotely close to perfect.  Even Jonny Kim’s parents probably have a laundry list of wishes and failures that they wish upon him in spite of all his life’s achievements.

Better late than never, I suppose

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At the time I’m writing this, we are a day removed from the supposed arrival of the Blue Wave, where the Democratic party went gangbusters in the 2026 midterms, where numerous states flipped blue, some states saw their Democratic presence strengthen, and even in some of the states where blue didn’t win, the turnout and resistance made it no easy victory.  States like Texas, Kansas, Iowa, Ohio and the Carolinas were surprises to see light up blue, at least to me, and the House and the Senate are now both convincingly controlled by the Democrats.

Down here in Georgia, races were called surprisingly swiftly, with Jon Ossoff being declared winner within 10 minutes of the polls closing, which led me to believe that if he won in such convincing fashion, did this mean that other races were going to have strong Democratic showings as well?  Fortunately, the answers did not wait long, and before 9 pm, mythical wife tells me that the governor race is over, and Keisha Lance Bottoms becomes the first black woman to become a US governor.

The rest of the night was spent casually monitoring races throughout the country, and the story appeared to be the same throughout; some results were more surprising than others, but it was undeniable that this was the arrival of the Blue Wave, that the Democratic party had been talking about washing the country since 2016.

Much like Georgia, the usually red Carolinas were swift to turn blue, and all eyes were on Texas, which most would ordinarily assume to go red, but blue forces had built a lead, and it was all about seeing if they could hold on to it.  By the time we went to bed, most of the major races were already over, and Election Night in America was pretty swift and generally drama-free unlike many of the past.

Now I just want to preface that I am pleased with the overall results of the night, and that my nihilistic ass did not expect this, at all.  My faith in the country is so far down the pipes of the clogged toilet that I just assumed it would be another depressing evening of watching red win after red win that really shouldn’t be the case considering all the bullshit across the planet going on under the red team’s banners.

But some of my friends and I were talking about this in our group chat, that although it’s great that team blue has finally showed up, the real battle begins now, and that if there is not considerable ROI in the coming years, the flakey American People will undoubtedly flock back to team red at a moment’s notice, and we’ll be back heading towards the Stone Age, like whenever a less-modern culture brute forces one of your cities in Civilization.

As I said, I’m pleased with the results, but at the same time, I’m sick of feeling like every time an election goes in a direction that I like, that it feels like the US Men’s Hockey team of 1980, like it was some upset, some fluke, and that the big bad evil red Soviets will still win the next 99 out of 100 games.  I’m concerned that things will turn out like 2020, where big things are expected and hoped for, but nothing happens, there’s no results, and then it’ll be 2024 all over again in a few years.

I’m not a very political person, and my opinions are mostly based on surface-level observations, but for once, it seemed like the red side was the one that flexed a little too much casual arrogance going into these midterms, sending a parade of clowns and flagrantly unqualified stooges into these races, and expecting them to reap the benefits of being in houses where they controlled the cards.

And as much as I like the results that I saw, I couldn’t help but feel this nagging opinion that sure, the Blue Wave had a part to do with it, but at the same time, team red also kind of had their foot off the gas, and this was not their strongest collective showing.  Yes, I know that Georgia was won in spite of orange fuck’s repeated visits to the state to campaign and tear down Democratic candidates, but at the same time that clown wasn’t helping anyone over the span of the last few months, with his incoherent ramblings, talking about men’s asses and weird sound effects he made whenever he got in front of a hot mic.

I don’t really know what I’m saying beyond that I’m happy that the elections turned out the way they did, but I have a lot of strong opinions that a win now is only really the beginning of a ton of work that needs to be done and that if it doesn’t happen, we’re always two years away from shit flipping back to the negative status quo.  It would be nice to know that this truly was the dawn of a new era, and not so much the result of an exasperated country that has been lied to and let down and pushed for years just hoping for a change from the difficult norms and were willing to give the alternative a shot.

As far as Georgia is concerned, I’m glad Rick Jackson did not win, but I am nowhere close to being a fan of Keisha Lance Bottoms.  I voted for her not because I believe in her, but because it beat the alternative.  I didn’t think she’d win, so I’m not upset at being proven wrong in this one, and all I can really hope is that she keeps her mouth shut and listens to what the party tells her to do.

By now, I think I’ve lived long enough to have seen when things have been decent versus when things have been shit, and things have been shit for so long, that I’m dubious and skeptical that any glimpse of positivity isn’t just some cruel mirage and comes with a ticking clock over it, with oceans full of circling sharks waiting and pressuring for a defeat, instead of just working with everyone else to build and move onward for a better America.

I get that this post comes off as kind of negative, but I really am glad that the Blue Wave decided to show up, even if it’s like a decade later than it was hoped for.  I just hope that the momentum gained from this can be capitalized upon, and we actually see some positive change start to enact throughout the country, and this ultimately doesn’t end up being a rerun of the 2020 administration. 

Pleased with the result, but skeptical of what comes next.  Long past allowing for optimism, and like all Americans, need to see some actual results in order to know what to feel next.

John Cena works more as a retiree than in his retirement tour

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The E: announces The John Cena Classic, a supposed tournament that will take place from Disney World in December, complete with a specially made event championship blet

A lot to unpack here.  Firstly, retiree John Cena definitely is working more than the John Cena that was on his year-long retirement tour.  Between schilling for Club WWE, and answering the call whenever the E felt any need to get his name and star power into any ratings panic show, I’m pretty sure the man has already fulfilled more dates* in 2026 than he did all through his retirement tour

*hyperbolic, but the point remains how often someone keeps showing up despite being ‘retired’

Clearly, Cena was summoned again, so that there could be adequate time to reveal and promote The John Cena Classic, but it also didn’t hurt to have Cena show up right before a large contingent of E talent and personnel hop into their flying hearses and put their lives on the line in order to go to a literal war zone in Riyadh, to try and promote, plug and try and create some modicum of positive reinforcement before their highly controversial Saudi shows.

But the fact that there’s even going to be something called The John Cena Classic, seems really kind of excessive, and for a guy that always seemed to be pretty, if not excessively, grounded, very self-aggrandizing and at least to me, uncharacteristically, narcissistic.  I mean, the man got a year-long retirement tour, another individualized tournament just to anoint his final opponent, and just in general the red carpet of red carpets to celebrate his career and departure. 

I know it takes two to tango and much of this wasn’t exclusively his idea, but at least to me, anything post-retirement is just excessively suckling on the teat, and just kind of cringe, instead of god forbid trying to flex some creativity and come up with something new.

Furthermore, the fact that the whole format of it is going to be really clunky and convoluted, trying to double dip with two separate RAW shows on the same day, with one of them being on the literal other side of the planet in Australia, and then another episode of RAW the same day, broadcasting from of all places, fucking Disney World. 

First, like could you really imagine this is the same WWE, where in the 90s where everyone was pointing to their crotches every 0.58 seconds, yelling ‘suck it’ and the word ASS was on 58% of their merch?  But this same company is going to be holding a show at the Most Magical Place on Earth™ where Mickey Mouse and thousands of families and their toddlers will concurrently be at?  Clearly, the E getting in bed with ESPN from a few years ago, and joining the penultimate Disney umbrella is allowing for this, but it’s just such a strange mix of bedfellows where a company obsessed with money is working with the owners of the state of Florida** to try and pad a slow week at Disney.

**my nickname for Disney because let’s be real here, they basically own the entire state

It’s funny too, because at least among the talent, there’s a ton of overlap of wrestlers and Disney fandom, and seldom does a week go by where at least one notable superstar is not sighted at the parks every weekend, since many of them base out of central Florida.  Even on my honeymoon, I bumped into Kevin Owens at Magic Kingdom, while watching the Villains show.

Second, it’s like they never learned from the colossal flop of Wrestlemania 2, where the company tried to broadcast from three separate locations on the same night, airing from New York, Chicago and LA, but it was a convoluted clusterfuck where two shows were pre-taped, and the world barely had the technology to broadcast it through closed-circuit television.  But that was 40 years ago, which means it’s never been attempted before, technology has advanced, and I’m sure the goons at the WWE/TKO can overcome a 10-13 hour time difference in the United States to keep their base satisfied before running a second show within the same day.

Finally, and what really spurned this whole post into fruition, let’s talk about the The John Cena Classic Championship Blet, which will be awarded to the winner of the tournament.  Because it should be the aspirations of every professional wrestler to win a championship blet with another man’s name on it, that isn’t even a memorial title of some great who has passed on already, but very much a living man, basically still in the prime of his general life, who will most likely be presenting the prize to the winner of his namesake tournament.

It’s not often where I give much credit to AEW, but at least their annual tournament named after someone is of someone with a story worth telling, and whose family and estate actually has a charitable foundation in his namesake, and the Owen Hart Tournament has succeeded at helping springboard and/or reinforce notable talents.  I’m not saying The John Cena Classic won’t do that, but it just feels so artificially superficial and grubs of money at TKO’s behest, where the Owen Hart Tournament more bore from Tony Khan’s mark-iness, love for the game, and a slightly more altruistic place.

Of course, because the E had it already in the can, not even ten minutes after John pulled the sheet off the title, WWEshop.com had pressed the go-live button with the official WWEshop.com replicas of The John Cena Classic blets for an affordable $799 price point, because of course they were planning on moving replicas for this piece of shit.

Not long afterward, it got me thinking about that episode of Heels, where Wild Bill Hancock was on an airplane, decided to get shitfaced, strip down completely and emerge from the airplane bathroom wearing nothing but the replica championship blet of the fictitious WWE-like entity that he was an aged top star for.  It wasn’t just a parody of the infamous Plane Ride from Hell, but it was also a jab at the money-grubbing ways the E machine was operating at, with excessive merchandising and churning out crap product.

As the post image shows, a John Cena Classic Replica is basically the same blet that Wild Bill comes out wearing completely naked, his TV dong flopping around, embarrassing himself and the company he works for.  The E seems to be doing this very well on its own, and the benefit is that we don’t have to see John Cena’s junk in the process.

Fired HC from a Power-4 must be the greatest job in sport

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The Athletic: Florida State University fires head coach Mike Norvell, on the hook for around a $47M buyout

A long time ago, I read this article that opined that the greatest job in sport had to have third-string quarterback in the NFL.  It was a valid opinion, because QBs are already coddled like crazy to begin with, and in the event that QB1 does get hurt, most of the time the marching orders to QB2 are to hand off the ball and put the weight of the offense on the run game, because presumably QB2’s arm is nowhere near as good as QB1.

That being said, QB3s exist as this fail-safe for a really rare event, where QB2 also gets creamed and has to be pulled out of the game, and there’s only one type of player who can be quarterbacks, as opposed to just about any other position on offense or defense being able to be cobbled together by someone else on a football squad’s expansive roster.

Needless to say, QB3s get paid NFL money, rarely see action, but are still seen as essential personnel to command actual compensation.  Sounds like a great job, if there ever was one.

However, with the news of Mike Norvell’s firing from FSU, and subsequent estimated $47M buyout just to get rid of him, I’m beginning to think that perhaps the greatest job in sports has to be the fired HC from a reputable program.  Sure, there is a lot more legwork and prerequisites that go into the role, but if you’re good enough to get there, it really is kind of the ultimate job, where initially, you’re seen as a scapegoat, but fans of the sports typically can recall the seasons that got you the compensation and the position to command such money, and best of all you end up sitting on your ass while making multiple millions of dollars, to wait out the remainder of it, before some desperate program will gladly pay more money the second you’re available.

Like the case with Norvell, sure, his overall record at FSU was a pedestrian 41-39, barely over .500 history, but most CFB fans might recall that FSU went a perfect 13-0 in 2023 under Norvell, and was absolutely demoralized by the CFB playoff committee, that declared a 1-loss Alabama squad to be more worthy of the final playoff spot over them.

The program spiraled after that, and yeah Norvell’s firing checks out as far as circumstances that leads to a HC’s dismissal, but I also attribute FSU’s poor play throughout the years to the wild west of the dawn of the NIL era and transfer portal ping-ponging talent all over the CFB landscape, with FSU eating its own share of transfers and roster shuffling as most powerful programs all have been dealing with over recent years.

The point remains that Mike Norvell is now sitting pretty because he and his $47M buyout gets to be added to the Rushmore of fired HCs to be entitled to massive buyouts, joining Jimbo Fisher’s $77M from Texas A&M, and Brian Kelly’s $54M from LSU, and Mark Stoops $37M from Kentucky.* 

*James Franklin would be on this Rushmore with his $48M that Penn State owed him upon firing, but because he recovered so quickly by getting hired by Virginia Tech, it mitigated down to “just” $9M

Like seriously, look at that latter scenario, even a HC from Kentucky’s football, not basketball, can get $37M from getting fired.  For those who can be fortunate enough to be good at coaching to get picked up by a Power-4 school, there’s a ton of money and a cush job to be had for when you get fired.

It really is a good thing that the NIL era is upon us, and players are getting compensation these days, because imagine the sheer riots that would ensue if players were back to not getting paid, and them finding out that there are a handful coaches out there that have been fired and are not working that are banking hundreds of millions of dollars, while waiting for their next gigs.

So like I said, it may be harder to put themselves into the position to where it could come to fruition, but for those who can, there really can’t be any better job in the world of sports than being a fired head coach with a massive buyout.

Does this look like a man who has ever worked in his garage in his life?

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Awful Announcing: failed Marlins executive, David Samson believes baseball is not needed on the radio anymore

My knee-jerk reaction to this take when I heard it was: man, what a dogshit take that is.  Baseball on the radio is incredible when a game gets exciting.

However, I try not to be one of those people who just operates in knee-jerk reactions, without reading any of the context behind hot takes like this, so I went ahead and read more about what former Marlins executive, David Samson had to say about radio.

I felt he was almost on to something when he elaborated about how the medium still exists, solely because how it’s kind of symbolic of what baseball means to the listeners, because there’s a part of me that does feels that statement, but I can’t speak for everyone, and there have been many times in my life where I’ve absolutely enjoyed just listening to the game instead of watching it.

For many years, I have lots of memories of spending countless hours in my hot garage in the middle of Georgia summers, toiling away at some random oversized prop, in preparation for Dragon-con.  The portable A/C unit wasn’t sufficient in the heart of the day at overcoming the heat, and even though the projects didn’t always go as smoothly as I hoped, I have lots of fond memories of simply being out there in the garage, working with my hands, getting dusty and dirty from all the sanding dust, mixed chemicals and plastic shrapnel that came from a lot of the things I was crafting, with Braves games on the radio, helping combat the silence or being the sounds of peace after a the noise of power tool came to a stop.

Broadcasters like Pete Van Wieren, Joe Simpson, Don Sutton and Jim Powell’s voices called the action, and I always felt a little bit disappointed when the games ended, the post-game show ended, and it went back to whatever shitty music that Atlanta radio was good at putting out.  I remember the best was when the Braves were out on west coast games, and they broadcasts wouldn’t start until like 10:30pm, and I knew that I would have at least 3 hours of company while I worked well into the night.

You look at a guy like David Samson, and his stance opposing baseball on the radio, and you can see as clear as day, a person who has never spent any time in his garage beyond parking his luxury vehicles and/or shuffling his children into the house while he did his hired help a service of keeping the door open while they hauled in whatever groceries or luxury goods into the home.

Or, he’s a man who has never sat in traffic, and had baseball on the radio being the one thing keeping him remotely sane.  Or, never actually been fan enough of any team to where the thought of missing a game outright was unacceptable, but life sometimes gets in the way, and if we couldn’t watch the game on the television, listening to it on the radio was the next best thing, while we were traveling to go do whatever thing that was interfering with game time.

Frankly, baseball on the radio isn’t quite on the tier of being essential services, but it’s right on the tier right beneath it.  It’s cheap and easy to produce, and accessible to anyone who has even the simplest of technology.  Baseball doesn’t need to be visual and reserved for those with the most competent of data-connected devices, it’s like the game itself, not very complicated, but everyone loves to make it harder than it needs to be.

Guys like David Samson and those who are with him in thinking baseball doesn’t have to be on the radio can go sniff farts in their glass towers.  Because in a world where pure things are becoming fewer and further between, baseball on the radio is one that is miraculously still allowed to exist.

The Atlanta Dream continuing the tradition

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ESPN: Atlanta Dream fall to the Golden State Valkyries in game 7 of the WNBA Finals

Welp, although there’s a lot of positive about how the Atlanta Dream made it as far as they did, playing in the first-ever game 7 of the WNBA Finals in history, they proved that they weren’t much different than a lot of the other professional sports organizations in Atlanta, when it comes to falling short of delivering championships.

No, this isn’t a sexist post meant to clown on women or the WNBA; I like to hope that throughout the years, I’ve been able to somewhat portray my support for women and women’s sports, obviously being a father to daughters means such support is a given.  Sure, the WNBA has dealt with a lot of perception issues and jokes throughout the past, but I don’t really feel much compulsion to partake in them anymore, because most of the time, they’re just not really funny.

I actually was paying attention to the WNBA Finals and pursuit of championship for the Atlanta Dream, and was excited when they won, and disappointed when they lost, as much as I was following the NLCS and World Series.

The obvious reason is that the Dream winning meant a championship for Atlanta, even as little regard the Dream and the WNBA are given in comparison to the big three of men’s sports.  Championships are championships, and parades and acknowledgment would be expected, and it would have been great for the Dream to also shake the monkey off their back that they can’t win the big one, seeing as how this was the fourth time in which Atlanta has reached the finals and lost every single time.

But above all else, is more of a selfish reason, because if there’s one thing a sports fan likes almost more than anything, it’s being right about sports, and I had made a prediction very early on, basically when Angel Reese was traded to Atlanta, that Atlanta was probably the perfect place for someone like Reese, and the season would either be a colossal failure, or a colossal success, with there being no middle ground.

Although the Dream did go as far as humanly possible in the season, which some may construe as a colossal success, failing in game 7 is about as heartbreaking as losing gets, and could be construed as a colossal failure.  But the point remains that there was no middle ground, and the general success of Angel Reese on the Dream was sort of validated, even if they didn’t bring home the ship.

It’s an unpopular opinion amongst the internet masses, but I am a supporter of Angel Reese.  I know she’s a polarizing figure, and I would wager to say that more people probably don’t like her than they do, but I do like her and would say I’m a fan.  It’s very surface level, but I always appreciate people who bust hype, and not that I have anything against Caitlin Clark, fewer things were cool to see than when in 2023 when Angel Reese and LSU stopped Caitlin’s Iowa squad in the NCAA tournament, and dropped an icon of a photo, pointing at her ring finger.

I admire how unapologetic Angel Reese is, taking absolutely everything that is said about her and shrugging it off like the nothing that most of the remarks are.  Nobody can make her feel bad about the perception that she’s too ghetto, being black, or any critiques about her appearance of style.  People knock her game, her shooting form, poor field goal percentage, or dribbling and running.

When the internet coined the phrase ‘mebounds’ to mock her propensity to collect rebounds from her own misses Angel Reese went out and trademarked it; if people were going to hate, might as well put herself in a position to possibly earn from it.

When she was traded to Atlanta, I saw a scenario of a strong black woman coming into a city that has a very proud and large black community, and imagined that this was probably the best town for someone like her to flourish, and possibly become a role model and hero to all the little girls growing up in the area whom might have felt that they didn’t have anyone to aspire to be.

But at the same time, I’ve seen lots of athletes joint the Braves or Falcons or Hawks, that I’ve thought similarly about in the past to not-successful results, so the theory remained the same for Reese as well; it was either going to go really, really well, or she and the city would butt heads, and it would end very, very poorly.

Fortunately, it appeared to be a match, Reese performed like the Ben Wallace that I oft-compare her game to, as low-offense, high-defense stalwart, and the Dream had one of their best seasons ever.

Unfortunately, even the net positive that Angel Reese contributed to the team still couldn’t overcome Atlanta being Atlanta, and just like all their professional sports on men’s side, just couldn’t get the job done.  And I was all ready to write about how nice it is to be right about sports, and have photoshops done of Angel flashing her ring finger to Caitlin at the pro-level, but alas, instead we just have same shit, different team.

But hey, it was nice to be close to being right about something when everyone else wasn’t even willing to even acknowledge its existence.