Alright, alright, let’s talk about these basketball girls, the ones they say are pretty as a picture. You know, the ones playing in that WNBA thing. Folks keep jabbering about how good they look, not just how they throw that ball around. I ain’t no expert, mind you, but I can tell a pretty face when I see one, just like I can tell a good tomato from a rotten one.
Them girls got skills and looks, they say. Heard tell there’s this one girl, plays for Los Angeles, name’s somethin’ like “Nneka” somethin’ somethin’. Big strong girl, they say she’s a power forward. Don’t know what that means exactly, but sounds important. Folks say she’s one of the prettiest, and the best too, I guess. Kinda like how a good strong horse is also a pretty one, all shiny and muscly.
And then there’s a whole bunch of ’em, they say. Names I can’t even pronounce right, like Skylar this and A’ja that. Too fancy for my old tongue. But the young folks, they know ’em all. They got pictures of ’em on their phones, chattering about who’s the prettiest and who’s got the best clothes. Reminds me of when we used to gossip about who had the prettiest quilt at the county fair. Same difference, I reckon, just different times.
- Them girls play hard, I hear. Runnin’ and jumpin’ and throwin’ that ball.
- And they look good doin’ it too, that’s what they say. All dolled up, hair done nice, even when they’re sweatin’ buckets.
- They got their own style, I guess. Like how some folks like red roses and some like sunflowers. To each their own, I always say.
Now, they’re talkin’ about this new girl, from some place called Zagreb. Sounds foreign, don’t it? They call her the “most stylish”. Stylish, huh? Means she dresses nice, I guess. Like puttin’ on your Sunday best for church, but maybe a bit fancier. These girls, they change clothes more often than I change my apron, I bet.
Heard tell these teams, they get to keep one special player, so they don’t go runnin’ off to another team. Call it “core” somethin’. Sounds important, like keepin’ the best horse in the stable, so it don’t get sold off to the neighbor. Smart, I guess, gotta hold on to what’s good.
Them girls ain’t gettin’ paid as much as the boys, though, that’s what I heard. Them NBA fellas, they make a whole heap of money, enough to buy a whole farm, maybe two. These WNBA girls, they get somethin’, but it ain’t the same. Still, it’s a good livin’, I reckon, better than slavin’ away in the fields all day.
And they got people helpin’ ’em look good, too. Stylists and such. Folks who tell ’em what to wear, how to do their hair. Like havin’ someone help you pick out the best fabric for a new dress. It makes a difference, I guess. Makes ’em shine even brighter, on and off the court.
It’s somethin’ new, all this talk about beauty and basketball. Back in my day, we just played. Didn’t matter if you were pretty or plain, just mattered if you could throw the ball straight. But times change, I guess. And these girls, they’re showin’ the world that you can be strong and skilled and pretty all at the same time. More power to ’em, I say. They’re makin’ a name for themselves, and that’s somethin’ to be proud of, no matter how you slice it.
Tags: [WNBA, Beautiful Players, Women’s Basketball, Sports, Style, Nneka Ogwumike, Skylar Diggins-Smith, A’ja Wilson, Nika Mühl, Player Salaries]
