In theme with the Why Do They Hate Us commenting this weekend, let's speculate on why it's raining men (ay-men) on the WNBA courts. To the point there's now a dong dome.
I must throat-clear that this blog opposes the schlong. The author has one of his own which causes him more trouble than, perhaps, he deems worth keeping. I don't care to see more. Harrumph! ... but.
I used to appreciate the Girl Boss in adolescence. Relevant to WNBA, our family would go out to see the Comets in Houston. It was a passable and inexpensive way to pass the time - and a safe space to watch girls in motion, which most boys rather enjoy. If the fans in the stands were also girls with less reciprocal interest in boys, if they weren't being hostile to boys I could take it.
What has happened lately is the hostility to boys. Articles came out whispering of a lavender mafia in the cloakrooms. Lately the WNBA put out a po-faced conference where they were talking about the dildoes being yet another manifestation of "sexualizing women". They could take gaslighting lessons from Lord Roberts.
The WNBA has other issues. Garner got busted in Russia and her comments about men trickled out, also. (For whom, we traded the subject of Lord of War.) The WNBA blathered about paying them what we owe them, as if the free-market wasn't doing that already. Somewhere around here was the racism against Caitlin Clark, although that's less an issue for me I'll admit. We might also discuss all the PRIDE flags waving around, and good-luck if you're wearing a MAGA hat because that's "political" which the PRIDE isn't we're told.
As noted, I don't support throwing stuff on the court. I agree, it's dangerous. If you don't like the way the WNBA treats men or even normal women, then don't go.
Pay the WNBA what we owe them. Which - to me, right now: is nothing.