The question doesn’t come with as much frequency as it once did – a hopeful sign to me that women in sport aren’t nearly the aberration we once were, particularly in the media field.
But every once in a while, the question returns. Did my father get me into sports? Did I have brothers, uncles, cousins who played?
Oh, those poor, deprived people who ask that question because clearly they have never met my mother.
Childhood sports memories always focus on my mother. Mom never recited statistics or broke down the principles of a triangle-and-two defense.