Sports
She’s the endangered species of pick-up basketball: “that girl.” The lone female brave enough to rough it with all the Allen Iverson wannabes and Larry Bird look-alikes, she’ll wait her turn with everyone else just so she can get a little run. She’s usually better than half of the hairy, sweaty guys on the floor, but most times you’d never know it. For the drop of estrogen in an ocean of testosterone, earning respect on the court is tough. Touching the ball every few possessions would be nice, but at the same time, special treatment is an insult. Don’t go easy on these chicks.
By
Phil Perry
January 31, 2008