I love competition.
I love excellent performance in ANY field of endeavor.
I look on with the same sense of awe and wonder at a Super Bowl trophy as I do a perfect 10.0 at a Women’s gymnastics meet. Or watching a master landscaper do their thing to a yard, leaving it and the world in a more beautiful state when they leave.
The endless pursuit of perfection.
It is what drives the athletic spirit.
And in a Utopian world, it would also drive the human spirit.
But we have emotions.
Let me preface these observations with the statement that I think Geno Aurriema, the sure-fire eventual Hall of Fame Head Coach for the University of Connecticut Women’s basketball team, is and always has been a fierce and classy opponent.
See, you can afford to be classy when you have coached for 41 years and amassed an almost unbelievable 1288-166 record for an equally hard-to-believe 89% winning percentage.
Oh yeah, and 25 Final Fours and 12 National Championships.
Oh yeah.
Those.
But like I said, we have emotions and Geno got peeved about a perceived slight from his opponent and Head Coach for the University of South Carolina Women’s basketball team, Dawn Staley.
I love Dawn Staley; she’s a dynamo and a badass. And I don’t believe she would do that to Geno; she respects the game she loves.
Oh yeah, and she can coach her ass off and defeat men doing the same job she does. And while her 683-193 record, 8 Final Fours and 3 National Championships may pale in comparison, she is the present and future of the sport.
It’s also nice to see women get their financial due; Coach Staley makes about four million-dollars a year coaching the Lady Gamecocks.
Note: Geno issued an apology for his post-game outburst (as I knew the University of Connecticut Board of Regents would make him do), so it’s all good.
For now.
The average salary for the women of the Women’s National Basketball Association is now up to 600,000/year according to the new collective bargaining agreement.
It’s about time.
When I was an Assistant Manger for my big brother’s Sambo’s restaurant (remember those?) in 1974, I might have the occasion arise whereupon I would have to “comp” a less-than-perfect order of say, a stack of pancakes.
The bill was for about .93.
That’s right.
Less than a dollar (which included tax).
Our food cost (including tiger butter and syrup) might have crept up to .20.
Fast forward to 2026 and head east to arrive at Kansa City’s 1587 restaurant, the fine-dining establishment backed by favorite “sons” Patrick Mahomes and Travis Kelce.
A recent “reviewer” wanted her ticket comped, too.
It was for $650.00.
When will the millions of mindless fools who follow them realize they don’t need anyone to influence them or tell them what to buy, where to buy it, or where to go, how to look, when to wipe your….well you get the picture.
And stop telling fat people the way to a slimmer figure (and better health) is through a pill, diet, and exercise.
Ditch the useless and unnecessary tie to the teat of Big Pharma for the rest of your life.
Ditch the pill.
Diet and exercise will do it.
Live long and
Stay well.
