WNBA: League of Extraordinary Grievances

Does America really need the entity known as the WNBA? For the hundreds of millions of Americans who don’t watch it, the resounding answer is . . . No! For those interested in watching basketball played at its highest possible level (theoretically), they have the NBA, so why would they want to watch a vastly inferior league of perpetually miffed malcontents whose skill level is comparatively laughable?

It’s subsidized by the NBA and is basically basketball welfare designed to assuage certain identity groups, most of whom, at least in this context, are never going to be happy with or grateful for anything. And as if to illustrate that very point, the WNBA as an organization refused to wear “USA 250” patches during its recent “All-Star” game. One mediocre player in particular, Brianna Turner, even put out the following post on X:

“Whoever called for the WNBA all star uniforms to have the USA 250 patch should have thought that through considering no WNBA players would have been free 250 years ago. The majority wouldn’t even have their freedom 100 years ago.”

Wow. That’s some deep thinking from yet another ungrateful malcontent who will likely take her grievances to the grave rather than thank her lucky stars she was born in America. Looking back 250 years ago, the only places on earth moving toward making slavery illegal were England and some of our northern colonies.

What happened 250 years ago was the beginning of the road that eventually led to equal opportunity for all, freedom and prosperity, the likes of which haven’t been seen anywhere else and are therefore worth celebrating by all of us. This is why none of these complainers are going anywhere. Where would they go: Africa? Don’t make me laugh. Forget the distant past—to this day Africa still hasn’t completely stamped out slavery.

However, and much to my surprise, there is women’s professional basketball throughout the continent, so be my guest. Please be advised, though, the pay is comparatively paltry and lesbianism highly frowned upon—as in socially stigmatized and outright illegal in the majority of countries. Again, that’s the case today, not 250 years ago.

But let’s talk about another issue that should make it mandatory that most everyone in WNBA management wear a dunce cap in public. I’ll illustrate that issue by asking a simple question: What is a woman? Does anybody in the WNBA know the answer? Can anybody say what the “W” stands for?

The Indiana Fever's Sophie Cunningham has, and she’s been politely adamant in her opposition to biological males in women’s sports. She’s taken a lot of grief from people for being a “hater,” but so far she’s been fearless. She’s also gotten support from normal people, like two 16-year-old girls who recently showed up to a game between the Seattle Storm and the Indiana Fever and held up a sign thanking Cunningham for “standing up for girls.” Unfortunately, that didn’t sit well with one of the Storm’s co-owners, Celeste Keaton, who confronted and cussed out the girls in the stands, calling them “[explicative] insane.”

Here’s Keaton in a widely-shared group photo of four co-owners and one non-owner wife:

Lots of wives there—married to each other, that is. They should know better than anyone what an actual woman is since . . . well . . . you know. And yet, that didn’t stop Celeste Keaton from barreling into the stands like a bull in a china shop to vulgarly berate two young girls for supporting an actual woman in her support of actual, as opposed to fake, women. Go figure.

And it’s not just the lesbian co-owners of teams, but also some of the coaches, like Cunningham’s own, Stephanie White. When asked at a press conference about the issue of biological men in women’s sports, White said she wasn’t “educated enough from a scientific standpoint.” If that were true, it would make her a total moron. But it’s not true. She’s lying. Wokeness makes people lie about everything, even the most obvious, immutable facts of life— including the fact that males have huge advantages in size, speed and strength over women in athletic competition.

Then there’s the bigotry surrounding Caitlin Clark, the WNBA’s best player, who is nevertheless resented by many in the majority-Black league for being white. She frequently receives a near beat-down on the court because of it. All while the referees, management and pretty much everybody down to the popcorn vendors turn a blind eye. Who wants to watch a sport where a bunch of black rainbow warriors beat up the straight white girl who outshines them on the court?

Oh. I forgot. That’s actually the only reason most are watching. It's a sad statement that most aren’t watching the WNBA for the basketball. They’re watching it for the same reason people watched Jerry Springer: the fights. The participants aren’t exactly trailer trash, and there’s certainly no paternity issues involved. But there’s plenty of uncouthness and stupidity—with the exception, it seems, of Caitlin and Sophie, who shine above most of the rest.

Those two women are fighting the good fight, but given the conditions of the WNBA, it’s ultimately doomed to failure. The league is overwhelmingly a gang of bellyaching LGBTQ malcontents who will never be satisfied with anything. Between wokeness, race and the rainbow, it will always be mired in the squalid swamp of intersectionality and accompanying grievances. It’s a shame a few bright spots of talent and decency are so unwanted.