Since I’m purposely taking myself out of the sports loop this week (sort of) I thought it would be cool to do something different and I decided to write a season-preview of the WNBA. Imagine my shock when I went to wnba.com and found that the season started about three weeks ago. So much for that idea. Apparently there is a team called the Atlanta Dream. They are 0-11 so far, here’s hoping they can get off the schneid soon.
Did you know this is Season 12 of the WNBA? That is about 12 years longer than I would have guessed it would have lasted. Big news this year though: the league maximum salary has increased to $100,000 per year; roughly what Alex Rodriguez makes for rolling out of bed in the morning.
The NBA slipped a few WNBA commercials in during the finals (you may have missed them sandwiched between the ads for Hancock, The Hulk, Batman and Hellboy 2) and the their new catchphrase is, “Expect Great”. Personally I would have gone with, “I could do that” but that’s probably not the direction they’re looking to go. The ads feature what I assume are WNBA players (I can only name three of them) speaking into the camera interspersed with spastic clips of “greatness” which include a variety of finger rolls and the iconic Lisa Leslie dunk heard ‘round the world. Tremendous stuff, really.
Sadly I don’t think the WNBA is going to fill my sports-void this week and the siren song of a Dodgers sweep of the Reds (we would be 142-20 if we could play them every game, losing only when Edinson Volquez pitches) is luring me back, like a drunk walking past a bar and hearing the sounds of nightlife inside:geez, why even fight it. I’m back, baby!
