Tennessee, Stanford, and my Dad

I'm watching the women's collegiate basketball championship tonight on TV, and thinking of my Dad, who died last year. My father was way ahead of the rest of the nation in his love for women's basketball. He liked the movement of the game, the give and go, and the hustle. He hated the men's game, the in-your-face attitude, slam dunks, and the worship of self that seemed to dominate the men's contests.

Let's hope that the women's game remains the beautiful show that so many around the country have come to love.

I have my doubts.