By Laura Pappano
Word last week that rare film footage of Babe Ruth had been discovered by a New Hampshire man among his grandfather’s home movies provided yet another opportunity to lovingly recall the delightful history of sport, in this case, baseball.
No doubt editors are being deluged with book proposals this week. Surely there is no subject area so worked over as baseball – or football, or men’s basketball, or boxing. Each publishing season brings display tables loaded with new revelations about old times, of fresh twists on familiar historical tales.
Annoyingly, they are overwhelmingly male sagas.
This is not to blame men, but to consider that women’s sports carry a burden: We’d rather forget the past.
In an age when a spectacular WNBA playoff series has record ratings (548,000 – up 73 percent over last year) and thrilling play, who wants to recall rovers and rules against interfering with the shooter? Imagine the scores if no one were allowed to block Cappie Pondexter or Diana Taurasi? How unexciting would that be?
The so-called “milk-and-cookies-era” of women’s athletics (so named for the snacks afterwards) was the Dark Ages of women’s sport. The goal was not winning, but developing social skills. A 1928 book I came across at the Schlesinger Library at Harvard, “Field Hockey and Soccer For Women” makes the point. In the intro, Ethel Perrin, Detroit Public Schools health educator advises real cooperation with the opposing team, noting that “the dominant idea of the coach in making arrangements for the game is to ‘take’ every advantage that