Abishai100
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Seles-Graf rivalry (women's pro-tennis fanfare) has generated much language for the age of YouTube and social media lifestyle/commentary, since, well, it's as seminal as Ali-Frazier for the female side of the fence of athletics/TV. This is my little challenging yarn for what could arguably be construed as Earth realm 'justification' for we-fellows who (simply) don't find as much energizer-IQ for women playing games like we do watching men in tights (ha). Thanks for reading (Happy Tuesday, USMB)
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It was a cool day in June, and the year 1992, when I beheld the 'spectacle' of what had become a pronouncement of women's athletics pro-fanfare chess-excellence; and I'd later mostly ignore the successes/trumpets of the US women's national soccer team acquiring multiple World Cup trophies (wow) or for that matter the WNBA. In fact, I'd not really followed any women in sports on TV or for comment since cheering for Nadia Comaneci as a boy, that super-gymnast (Summer Olympics stuff) from Eastern Europe. That '92 French Open women's tennis final capitalized why despite the 'truth' that Steffi Graf was Germany's darling for TV post-WWII 'stigmata' for school, the upstart Monica Seles (of Yugoslavia) stamped into the Earthling brain why/how she was completely a legitimate established/confirmed super rival to once (simply) invincible-Graf (damn).
I won't lie. I watch men's World Cup soccer, and I've played ice-hockey (with boys), and I watch men's college basketball (Duke, etc.); and of course I watch Super Bowl ads on TV with my lady-friend (Lauren). In fact, I love playing men's sports video-games too; but I recently got Lauren into EA-Sports' NHL series of games on my Playstation (ha). However, she'd appreciate me posting this on USMB (and I will reveal this to her for good banks - Facebook-like).
That '92 French Open final between Yugo-Seles and German-Graf came at a moment when Yugoslavia was enduring 'troubles' of its own (politics). So there you go! It was a proud trophy for women who'd like to complain about the Nadia Comanecis of our fare-rich Blue Planet 'overshadowed' (if incompletely) by the likes of Michael Jordan and Babe Ruth (ok). So I told Lauren I'd make some cream-cheese French toast on any given Sunday to think-back on this post, and why (since I like writing fiction/stories online), the Seles-Graf stunner/epic (marathon-length Seles-win score: 6-2, 3-6, 10-8) in France made us all 'hungry' for feminist-ambition. Well, I doubt it's just that simple. I mean, even if this French toast is yummy...it's a hard-sell, though it's roughly verifiable that that tennis '92 championship is a YouTube generation(s) nod for all that's gender-politics less superstition. This is especially true if tennis turns you on (Wimbledon, etc.); and you think fondly of the likes of McEnroe, Becker, Agassi, Djokovic, and my fave, Jim Courier). That's my word, y'all (what do you think, for the Ego)?
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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)
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It was a cool day in June, and the year 1992, when I beheld the 'spectacle' of what had become a pronouncement of women's athletics pro-fanfare chess-excellence; and I'd later mostly ignore the successes/trumpets of the US women's national soccer team acquiring multiple World Cup trophies (wow) or for that matter the WNBA. In fact, I'd not really followed any women in sports on TV or for comment since cheering for Nadia Comaneci as a boy, that super-gymnast (Summer Olympics stuff) from Eastern Europe. That '92 French Open women's tennis final capitalized why despite the 'truth' that Steffi Graf was Germany's darling for TV post-WWII 'stigmata' for school, the upstart Monica Seles (of Yugoslavia) stamped into the Earthling brain why/how she was completely a legitimate established/confirmed super rival to once (simply) invincible-Graf (damn).
I won't lie. I watch men's World Cup soccer, and I've played ice-hockey (with boys), and I watch men's college basketball (Duke, etc.); and of course I watch Super Bowl ads on TV with my lady-friend (Lauren). In fact, I love playing men's sports video-games too; but I recently got Lauren into EA-Sports' NHL series of games on my Playstation (ha). However, she'd appreciate me posting this on USMB (and I will reveal this to her for good banks - Facebook-like).
That '92 French Open final between Yugo-Seles and German-Graf came at a moment when Yugoslavia was enduring 'troubles' of its own (politics). So there you go! It was a proud trophy for women who'd like to complain about the Nadia Comanecis of our fare-rich Blue Planet 'overshadowed' (if incompletely) by the likes of Michael Jordan and Babe Ruth (ok). So I told Lauren I'd make some cream-cheese French toast on any given Sunday to think-back on this post, and why (since I like writing fiction/stories online), the Seles-Graf stunner/epic (marathon-length Seles-win score: 6-2, 3-6, 10-8) in France made us all 'hungry' for feminist-ambition. Well, I doubt it's just that simple. I mean, even if this French toast is yummy...it's a hard-sell, though it's roughly verifiable that that tennis '92 championship is a YouTube generation(s) nod for all that's gender-politics less superstition. This is especially true if tennis turns you on (Wimbledon, etc.); and you think fondly of the likes of McEnroe, Becker, Agassi, Djokovic, and my fave, Jim Courier). That's my word, y'all (what do you think, for the Ego)?
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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)
