the WNBA thug fest

you've played the game

your entire life

until finally your knees

said no more.

enough.

but you watch it on tv.

pro,

college, whatever the game

might be.

there are great athletes

in the women's game,

the WNBA,

but it's a slug fest, a blood

bath

of fouls, flagrant

or otherwise.

there seems to be a racial

divide.

a pride thing going on.

the older and younger players

colliding viciously

with

each new toss up of the ball.

it feels like

resentment and hate

is in the air.

it was a doomed league

for decades until a star appeared

and saved them

from going

down the drain.

there was little interest

in the league,

no audience to speak of,

little or no

television,

no money, no private planes.

and now this,

the golden goose on a skewer

twisting

above the flames.

it's hard to watch these 

jealous thugs putting

fists into her neck

and knocking her over

with the ball no where

to be found.

the referees blind as Helen

Keller and allowing

the crazy brawls.