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On my living room mantel just below my always-on flatscreen rests a new framed picture next to several others of my kids when they were babies and whatnot. It’s a photo of the Time Magazine cover photo of Caitlin Clark being named Athlete of the Year for 2024.
As she stares back at me lounging in a disheveled fashion on my couch, I watch reruns of the Elite Eight Game when she knocked Bayou Barbie off her pink high heels, and then eliminated Geno’s Husketeers in the Final Four. Find myself obsessing about how many shots she’s taking from Logo Land each day to prepare for the upcoming WNBA season which is bound to stir up all kinds of interpersonal jealousies and pettiness that will make last season’s imbroglios and assaults look like a Girl Scout outing.
“How many Logo Lands a day?” I ask Caitlin.
“Seven thousand five hundred and seven seven,” she says.
Who knew? A new ChatGPT application: talking picture frames. What’s next? Sportface returns from a sabbatical to write another blog about Caitlin Clark when we’re months away from the next sequel of WNBA Catfights.
“Good, keep that up. Muscle memory is the most important concept in all of life. The more you practice the better your muscles remember.”
“Hey I know you’re my biggest fan on Earth, but it still seems curious I’m on your mantle with photos of your kids. Why?”
“Because I consider you part of my family, Caitlin Clark. Remember when those cat women unjustifiably left you off last summer’s U.S. Olympic team and you said ‘They woke a monster.’? You still feel like they woke a monster heading into this season?”
“Feel like Lady McBeth,” she said. “You do know, Sportface, that once I said that I went on to dominate the rest of the WNBA season?”
“Fully aware, CC. I watch every one of your games. I wear a hat with your name on it out in public and don’t care what anyone whispers about that. What’s going to be different about your second season?”
“I’m going to win the Nobel Peace Prize and you can get a photo of that, frame it, and put it next to this one on your mantel now.”
“One day you’ll be America’s first president. But not before you become the greatest female basketball player who has ever lived. How do you really feel about Geno?”
“I think he woke a monster when he didn’t recruit me to play for UConn. That’s why I went on to win National Player of the Year two straight years, took my team to the Final Four twice, whipped Geno in the Final Four, and busted Pistol Pete’s scoring record nobody thought possible. I did the impossible and I plan to do more impossible things in my basketball career before becoming America’s first woman president.”
“Do you like Bayou Barbie?”
“Of course not. Nobody does.”
“Hey Sportface, how long am I going to be on your mantel? Feel out of place.”
“Just a few more days then I’ll take your frame upstairs and set it front and center in my home office.”
The conversation ends.
I search YouTube for a re-run of the Final Four game when CC slapped 41 on South Carolina.
Watch the whole game – twice.
Satisfied with my day, I hit the hay.
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