Here I go touching the third rail regarding WNBA star Caitlin Clark.

Let me start by admitting I have never attended a WNBA game and likely never will.  Frankly, I have not attended an NBA game since the Jordan era in Chicago and likely won’t ever attend another game. 

Why?

Professional basketball has become more like roller derby or pro wrestling.  Big brutes covered with tattoos shove each other, trash talk, travel, and beat their chests after dunking a ball through a hoop (not a great achievement when you are seven feet tall).

Although that last paragraph was referring to the NBA, it pretty much fits the WNBA. The WNBA has the added strangeness of a high percentage of members who are gay and brag about it.  (In the NBA, the members brag about how many members of the opposite sex they sleep with.)

Into this morass of crudeness comes Caitlin Clark, a clean-cut, heterosexual, white, Christian with unbelievable talent and determination. She is feisty and gives credit to her teammates. By WNBA standards, she is the exception. And she is drawing huge crowds into formerly empty arenas.

Why?

She is an excellent role model for daughters and granddaughters of families around the country. Any thoughtful parent wants a daughter to grow up and act like Clark… not some crude, thuggish, painted, lesbian.

It isn’t any more complicated than that.

During the Jordan era in Chicago, little boys – of all races and economic status – just wanted to “be like Mike.”

Today, little girls want to “be like Caitlin.”

Can you blame them?