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Common Sense Bigotry and the WNBA’s Golden Goose

In the summer of 2020, Senate candidates Jon Ossoff and Raphael Warnock were underdogs in Georgia until incumbent Senator and WNBA team owner Kelly Loeffler fully aligned with Trump’s MAGA movement and their attempts to turn the Black Lives Matter activism of the league’s players into a campaign strategy.

The players turned their attention to ousting Loeffler from her seat of power both in DC and in the owner’s box, and they succeeded in doing both, helping to put Ossoff and Warnock into the positions they now hold and are fighting to keep in this year’s midterm elections.

This summer, though, while Ossoff and Warnock continue to be a thorn in the side of, incredibly, a second-term Trump, the activist in the W that we’re being presented with is Sophie Cunningham and her “common sense bigotry.”

It occurred to me early in this thirtieth-anniversary season, now that the league has its watershed media rights deal and the players have their historic CBA, that both sides of that equation may have chosen to turn down the temperature on being so publicly politically active, even if it was never discussed explicitly. And even if their approaches are wildly different.

Players stay on the floor for the national anthem this summer. “Statement Tees” are infrequently worn unless you are Coach Cheryl Reeve or the always outspoken Natasha Cloud. Despite the dreadful record of the current administration and the progressive enthusiasm heading into this fall’s election cycle, there’s no collective action to be found among these women in 2026.

And that is their right. I’m not demanding action, just noting its absence.

Meanwhile, the league front office has taken a different approach. Or, perhaps, an approach similar to one popularized by their parent organization’s biggest star of the 1990s: “Republicans buy sneakers, too.1

Caitlin Clark’s arrival in the professional ranks a few seasons ago brought a fan base that does not share the same values as those this league has been cultivating for most of its life. That they have glommed onto her, her team, and her teammate, Cunningham, seems to have inspired the most Corporate America thing possible from the association: protect the goose that lays the golden eggs at all costs.

I imagine they see it as being apolitical. But nothing is apolitical in this country, and when that stance becomes just not trying to antagonize “common sense” Americans, what you really get is what we’ve seen over the last week. 

Cunningham spouts her “common sense bigotry,” doubles and triples down,  and gets rewarded with halftime show appearances on national broadcasts.

Meanwhile, a coach who might have a different perspective on her comments and the rights of trans people to play sports is cut off by her team’s PR team for a statement full of baby pablum.

When a team owner’s arena is invaded by bad-faith actors seeking to fabricate an incident, her understandable reaction and interaction with them result in disciplinary action from the league

That seems pretty political to me. Choosing to coddle the bigots because you want them to keep spending their money is a devil’s bargain.

It also completely ignores what else has happened over the last five years and the groundswell of youthful progressive enthusiasm that has organically built around the league during that time. That fanbase, the one that will stick around long after Clark and Cunningham ride off into the sunset, has the values that underpin this league. And it is the fuel that drives all who thrive in and around women’s sports. 

The lifeblood of women’s sports is inclusivity. We are here because we want to cheer for these women, this bountiful, broad, cornucopia of athletes, who compete like hell while also clearly being about something greater than themselves. 

The billionaire NBA owners, both at a league and team level, may not want to hear that, but ignore it at your peril. Chasing fickle fans who have no respect for the people who have kept this thing going for the last 30 years may turn away the folks who get it better than you ever will. 

And then you’ll be left holding an empty bag.

That’s just common sense.


  1. Yes, I know that Jordan denies saying it. ↩︎

The Power of Friendship

“It’s us,” Shannon said when I wondered aloud some twenty years ago about who would fight for what’s right. She’s been gone for over a year now, but I’ve returned to her moral clarity again and again as we navigate the overwhelming selfishness that has always been a core part of the American psyche, but in this faux gilded age of Trumpism, is a genuine crisis.

Back in April, Sophie Haigney wrote that the word “courage” has fallen out of fashion because it requires you to have some kind of moral-based conviction.

The valorization of ‘high agency’ is emblematic of a moment when risk-taking is overvalued. It’s an ethos for a gambler’s time, and we’re living in one. ‘Courage’ has a moral valence that agency doesn’t. Agency is about action, but it tells us nothing of direction.

Even using the royal “we” in our fractured society feels as quaint and outdated as courage apparently is. But that kind of overwhelming selfishness is not a winning posture if you value your soul. And, more importantly, if you value and respect those around you, near and far, you know that what we need more of is earnest courageousness in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds. 

Even if we’ve fallen out of the habit of using the word, the folks who have been out in the streets doing the work to protect their neighbors against ICE over the last year have shown nothing but courage. For those of us who haven’t become stuck on the perch of skepticism and cynicism that so dominates our hyper-individualized media consumption, we can recognize those who stand up and do the right thing because it’s the right thing to do. Sometimes they do so individually, but collective action seems most effective in this age of “high agency” individuals who seem to value only fealty to getting rich and getting over.

Maybe that’s why the 2026 New York Knickerbockers winning has been such a euphoria-inducing victory. Ever since their come-from-behind win in Game 5 of the NBA Finals—their first championship in 53 years—a meme has been circulating online. In it, the joke is that the Knicks defeated a stacked, favored San Antonio Spurs team with the “Power of Friendship.”

Meme showing a large figure in San Antonio Spurs gear labeled "3 top five picks, best player since Wilt, Champagne legacy game" beside a small figure in pink New York Knicks gear labeled "The power of friendship."

The image makes light of that collective power but, historically, movements built on courageous, unified, collective action filled with belief, determination, and an unwavering will to win, not just for self but even more so for each other, are celebrated as the greatest when they finally break through. Throughout their historic playoff run, Knicks players repeatedly talked about their effort being driven by a desire to see each other win and by their commitment to their fans and the city of New York. You would think that in a team sport, that kind of sentiment would be common, but given how high the monetary stakes are, that kind of selflessness is consistently usurped by showcasing what one can do individually.

I think we’re off individual profiles of courage, though. We’ve been starving for that “We Shall Overcome” energy. Individualized action, absent any grounding humanistic principles, is the claimed modus operandi of the power brokers in our society. 

Rebecca Solnit has been arguing that “maybe the community is the next hero.” As the five boroughs come together to celebrate their conquering basketball team this week, I think she’s right. Because part of the “Impossible Joy” surrounding the way the Knicks won is that it’s validation of something community-centered folks want to believe. If that long-doubted team could do it, then we can, too. We, the people, can win together and do the hard things not merely because we can but because we must.

There’s no soul in doing only for self. The consequence of doing nothing is untenable.

I’d been searching for new language that effectively describes this idea of collective courage. Solidarity is where I keep ending up, but it doesn’t quite cut it. 

Maybe I should stop looking. Shannon already provided the perfect terms. 

Us.

It’s us.

The Power of Friendship wins again.

Bleed Blue, Pt. 2

Early during this year’s March Madness, I said, “My annual worry with the Bruins: they don’t have enough  ‘dawg’ for the SEC teams and Coach Cori overcoaching in big games.” Well, I was proven wrong on both counts. The 2026 National Champions got there by defeating the two best teams in the SEC, and by the end, Cori Close had ascended to join the ranks of the most quotable and noteworthy coaches in basketball. It wasn’t the Xs and Os that garnered so much attention for UCLA’s leader, though I think that’s an underappreciated aspect of her attributes; it was how she talks about the culture she’s cultivating, the lessons and habits she’s building in her locker room, and her commitment to never losing sight of her role as an educator and dream merchant. The best coaches in women’s basketball all seem to have these qualities, but what clicked for Close this year is that she’s figured out how to do it her way: earnest, selfless, demanding, hokey, and, perhaps most important of all, joyful.

“I love these girls,” is what Most Outstanding Player, Lauren Betts, has been saying during their whirlwind media tour since winning the championship. There’s something going on in Westwood. Unabashed happiness. Relentless care. Both in pursuit of excellence. We’ve seen it at gymnastics meets and volleyball matches, and most recently at Easton Stadium with the ninth-ranked softball program.

Last year, I couldn’t put my finger on what was behind my allegiance beyond proximity, but on a beautiful day watching the Bruin bats dismantle the Cal Bears in a doubleheader, I realized that it’s about more than being able to get to campus in twenty minutes or less. The softball squad exhibited characteristics similar to those of the championship basketball team. During every pitch, infielders constantly encouraged whoever was on the mound. When someone was at the plate, the coach was, to use the parlance of athletes, pouring into them. Before blasting her 31st homerun of the season, senior Megan Grant was encouraged by Coach Kelly Inouye-Perez to “send a missile.” And over the back wall, she did. On the rare occasion a pitch made it past one of her players and was called a strike, Inouye-Perez turned into their advocate, informing the umpire that “it wasn’t a good pitch,” calling out the particulars that made it as such. Regardless of the outcome of each at-bat, hitters were told they had made good choices. “Pro choices.” “Team choices.” Each person seemed encouraged to bring their unique flair to their position, while all were incredibly invested in their collective performance rather than individual success. During the afternoon, Grant and fellow senior Jordan Woolery became the first teammates in NCAA Division I history to collect 30 home runs in a single season. The Bruins would break three other school and conference records during the two wins

After the games, three graduating seniors were informed that they had been given golden tickets to be drafted by the fledgling Pro Softball league, AUSL. “She wants her girls with her,” Elle Duncan would say after Meg received her ticket. She’d get her wish granted. Twice.

Like Betts and the basketball squad, it’s team over everything.

In this era of “I alone can fix it” ruthless individualism, I’m most inspired by evidence of earnest, joyful, hardscrabble people working together.

I shouldn’t have been searching for the dawgs on the bench; the interlocked hands and confident smiles were more than enough.

Can I get an eight-clap?

The WNBA is for EVERYBODY

After the epic Game Five between the Aces and the Fever, I stopped for dinner and a drink at a gastropub inside Mandalay Bay. Vegas fans were still buzzing in the casino walkway. Inside, I was chatting with the bartender about how packed the Michelob Ultra Arena had been.

That’s when the woman sitting next to me chimed in:

“That’s all because of Caitlin Clark.”

I couldn’t let that pass.

“Well, no, the Aces were selling out long before Caitlin.”

She went quiet for a beat. Then she opened up.

“You know this was my first sporting event ever, and we came here just for this. I used to make fun of the boys for loving sports, but now I get it.”

From there, the script melted away. The Indiana Fever fan lit up about Vegas’s Chelsea Gray and A’ja Wilson. She loved watching the coaches prowl the sidelines, their passion and bluster on full display. She and her husband told me they were from near Fresno and were thinking about attending games in the state. The Valkyries were closer, obviously, but they had Southern California roots and might want to spend more time with my beloved Sparks.

“I’m 70 years old and I’m having so much fun,” she said.

Of course, she was having a great time. Despite her opening salvo, she respected the players, the atmosphere, and the community. That Fox-News-crafted passive-aggressive comment was a line that could have ended the conversation before it began if I’d let it.

The reality? You don’t spend time and money on the WNBA because of one player. You stay because the league is joyful, inclusive, and impossible not to love once you’re inside it.

So I offered a light corrective, not an attack. Just enough space for this new fan to reveal those true feelings. And once she did, we kept talking until the restaurant lights came on—about basketball, about California, even about AI.

I began this season worried that the newcomers were barbarians at the gate, eager to transform the vibes and culture of this league into something I wouldn’t recognize. By the end of my last game of the year, I’d found common ground with folks who, on the surface, embodied exactly what I feared.

Instead of us playing to type, though, we found shared joy because if you love this game, you love this game. You might be able to connect with your tribe online by celebrating Caitlin Clark and no one else, but after cheering in person with thousands of other fans, you’ll come to realize that this is your real community, and it’s better over here.

And if we get into conversation, I’ll politely remind you that the WNBA is for everybody.

WNBA All-Star 2025 Merch FOMO

I’m missing WNBA All-Star this year for the first time in forever. One of the things I didn’t expect to miss, but that I now realize has become a massive part of the experience, is the merchandise released in the host city at the team shops and the fan expo. I’m sure many of the items from the collections and brands that were in Indiana this weekend will become available online early next week, but, for those of us watching at home with an itchy spending finger, these are my faves that you can buy online right now.

The Shoe

Side view of the Nike Sabrina 3 basketball shoes featuring a vibrant design with orange, yellow, and black colors.

Nike released colorways for the A’One and DBook, but for my money, it’s the Sabrina 3 “Bring the Heat”. I like that the black is limited to the Swoosh, although I’d consider swapping out the orange shoestrings for a black set. I also appreciate the overall design of her kicks.

The Shirts

Black t-shirt featuring the text 'Pay Us What You Owe Us' in white font, with the WNBPA logo at the bottom.

The most essential tee of the weekend, if you’ve long bet on women, is the one that the players wore during warmups. Collective Bargaining negotiations have been contentious, but our faves remain union strong and unified.

Black t-shirt featuring an image of a basketball player in action, with the text 'CAN'T BLOCK MY SHINE.' prominently displayed.

I’m digging the launch of “The Floor is Ours” campaign, and A’ja Wilson gets the best motto: You Can’t Block My Shine.

A person wearing a navy t-shirt featuring a graphic illustration of a young individual with short blonde hair and blue eyes, complemented by a white long-sleeve shirt underneath. The shirt prominently displays the phrases 'ON' and '#$%' alongside logos of the WNBA and Playa Society against a light blue backdrop.

The stars of the weekend have been Courtney Williams and Natisha Hiedemann, aka the StudBudz. If you’ve become a new fan of their shenanigans, this Playa Society tee is the one for you, even though it’s not officially an All-Star drop.

Orange t-shirt featuring the slogan 'EVERYONE WATCHES THE WNBA' on the front and a logo on the back.

Also of interest is the WNBA x Togethxr collaboration, which I have not yet seen worn in Crypto.com Arena. I may have to get this one.

Sorry, She’s an All-Star.

The Hats

I didn’t love the joints from Lids and Fanatics this year, but New Era came through. All of their WNBA collection is great, but these two would’ve made it into my luggage this year if I were there.

A white and orange trucker hat featuring a WNBA All-Star logo and a star graphic on the front.
Black cap with orange flame design and an embroidered star logo featuring a basketball player.

The Collectibles

The Fever aren’t my team, so I’m mostly avoiding things that scream Indiana colors or affinity, but this Serigraph is worthy of hanging on any basketball fan’s wall.

A stylized poster for the WNBA All-Star Game featuring a girl in an orange hoodie playing with a basketball, set against a backdrop of a city skyline and a basketball hoop.

What are you copping?

Loving the WNBA in a Season of Change

How can I follow the WNBA without being online? There must be a way because being online with the WNBA makes me want to drown myself. I hate all of you! And the biggest reason I can’t stand online WNBA discourse: it’s hardly ever about basketball.

Bomani Jones

Women’s basketball is on the rise. Many more people are watching at all levels. The players are securing the type of fame and notoriety that they have long deserved. Money is pouring in through exposure and expansion, and the paydays will soon follow.

But alongside the good tidings has come a growing fanbase, some of whom seem disinterested in respecting the WNBA’s culture, vibe, or history. All the things that I have cherished over 11 summers as a season ticket holder with the Los Angeles Sparks and cultivated as a fan of these athletes since before the league began.

I attended SXSW religiously between 2005 and 2011. In ‘05, the tech part of the festival was mostly a sideshow to the main event film + music tracks. Tech was active but quaint. There was little fanfare and a lot of camaraderie. It felt like we were all in on a secret: the internet was cool. By 2010, the event had grown so big that I half-jokingly said there were enough other black folks in attendance that I could afford not to like some of them. By 2011, I felt like an outsider and decided it would be my last.

A week before the 2025 WNBA season started, I worried that this summer might mirror my separation from SXSW. 

“This might be the summer where we start losing the magic,” I said in the group chat.

The online discourse was overwhelmingly driving that feeling of dread. After months of quiet, the battle lines reappeared in the culture war over Caitlin Clark and Angel Reese—stans vs. fans, bluster vs. reason, aggression vs. inclusion. The tribalism that is a hallmark of college basketball fandom was rearing its ugly head during the draft and training camp as social media stans caped for their school’s players and jumped in the mentions of any person who dared critique them. Wannabe basketball influencers delivered hot takes in bad faith, seeking attention and engagement. 

A play caught my attention while watching the opening weekend matchup of the Chicago Sky at the Indiana Fever with the sound off. I commented about it on Threads: an off-the-cuff observation that in most basketball conversations would be pretty milquetoast. It happened to be about Angel Reese in reaction to a hard foul from Caitlin Clark, though, and it brought to my doorstep the exact kind of interactions I don’t want to be having around this sport I love.

The home opener for the Sparks was the next day, and I was anxious like a kid on the first day of school. I often say that Crypto.com Arena has long felt like church. I go there to find fellowship, community, and to feel the spirit. Well, my spirit, at least. Even when we lose, those three hours are my respite. But this summer, there were changes afoot: our long-time in-arena host is with the expansion Golden State Valkyries; our long-time account reps had been replaced; there had been little communication from the organization about what to expect. 

I need not have worried, though. While some things had changed, the good vibes were in plentiful supply. Familiar faces greeted us everywhere, and friends new and old were all around us. Neither the bad actors present in Indy the previous day nor the ever-present online drama followed us into my sacred place.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my relationship with social media recently. The telltale signs that I need a break from the apps are here: increased time spent, decreased satisfaction with the experience, doomscrolling, and fomo.  Despite my frustration with some interactions, discussing the W online is still one of the best parts of today’s internet.

Unlike Bomani, I don’t hate this community. He must not run in the same circles I do because I still make meaningful connections with WNBA fans via online social spaces. I find plenty of folks who want to talk basketball. On a different episode of Jones’s podcast, Elle Duncan compared WNBA fans to NBA Twitter—caring and communicating about the whole culture of the sport from the games and its stars to fashion, jokes, memes, themes, and even the playful pettiness of fandom. All that is still here if you know where to look and who to give your time to. The rhythm, hustle, flow, and beauty of the W are also represented by its very online community. It might be dispersed across many networks but hasn’t gone anywhere. 

Just because the barbarians have broken through the gate, that doesn’t mean we have to cede our ground. I walked away from SXSW, but I’m not giving up on the WNBA. It’s my home. It’s our house. 

There’s too much magic amongst the mess. There’s too much love in the game.

Seasons change, we remain.

Your Event Has Ended

The South Carolina Gamecocks had just defeated the Texas Longhorns in the first Women’s Final Four game on Friday night. After Holly Rowe completed her post-game interviews, Ryan Ruocco announced that we would be sent to the post-game show with Elle Duncan, Andraya Carter, and Chiney Ogwumike for about 30 minutes while the UCONN Huskies and UCLA Bruins warmed up for the day’s closing semifinal. Instead of smoothly transitioning to that broadcast, which was delivered via the same linear feed, the ESPN app displayed a static image:

There was no on-screen promo pushing me to the next best program, no transition to the next game, and no reduction of the viewing window to show the homepage or a tile pack of suggested titles. As a long-time subscriber of ESPN+ and a user of the ESPN app, I found this experience frustrating. One can only imagine how a new subscriber, attracted to the platform for the first time by the NCAAW tournament, might feel.

I’m not picking on the Worldwide Leader, however. Every Subscription Video on Demand (SVOD) service struggles with transitioning from live events to on-demand content.

In recent weeks, I’ve pondered the new sports subscriber experience. I’ve had discussions about a project to understand how to engage new customers of a premium streaming service who signed up during a major sporting event. I proposed a study exploring viewer appetite, interests, and behavioral patterns. This research could inform programming, promotional tactics, and merchandising. My goal was to identify and establish optimal routines for exploration, content diversity, and frequency that could be introduced before these likely single-purpose users canceled or became inactive.


We weren’t on the same page.

“I want to know what they’ll want to watch three months later,” the potential client said.

“You won’t have the opportunity,” I replied.

Netflix might have the “champagne problem” of considering future viewing patterns for new subscribers gained from live events. According to Antenna, although they are relatively new to the live sports arena, its one-month retention for new subscribers from the Mike Tyson/Jake Paul fight night was better than the industry standard. Most of their competition, however, isn’t as fortunate. If your service has not encouraged sports subscribers to sample anything beyond the games or leagues they initially signed up for by the time that event concludes, your chances of re-engaging them later are slim.

These subscribers will likely cancel or disengage from your platform until the next season or event. You might win them back when the event returns, but trying to predict their consumption habits three months later without laying the groundwork during the initial onboarding is unrealistic.

Back to March Madness. ESPN provides at least four different ways to watch the Final Four games. You would only discover this by exploring the app. There was promotion for the Taurasi & Bird alt-cast during event programming and on socials, but not for the other options. I noticed fans on Threads wishing they could watch the game without commentary, just statistics. There was a feed for that, but they didn’t know where to find it, even while watching the game in one of the Disney-owned apps. ESPN never promoted their ongoing shoulder content on other channels after the games ended. ESPN frequently failed to recommend their women’s basketball programming library throughout the season.

No, most frequently, I get “Your Event Has Ended” or “Your Event Will Return Shortly” (and by shortly, they mean 10-15 minutes).

Linear live events pose challenges, but doing nothing shouldn’t be an option.

Do you have an “always-on” channel to transition viewers? What hinders smart switching from one live event to another relevant program in progress? Can you tease clickable alternate programming during events, especially during downtime? Would running house ads instead of the end card be feasible? Could you limit the time of end cards and eventually close the video window, redirecting viewers back to the homepage or displaying recommendations?

A static image or, worse, a complete blackout at the end of the program will not entice most users to continue watching.

You must train your audience to navigate your app and discover its complementary content.

Sports subscribers intentionally come for their favorite sport, team, or a specific game/match/event they find significant. Once that need is satisfied, it’s easy for them to unsubscribe. This is why every broadcast network uses sports to promote its other programming, and the Super Bowl often transitions directly into a show that is expected to appeal to the largest audience.

SVODs continue to neglect this issue at their own risk.

“Your Event Has Ended.”

Yup, and so could my subscription.

What it takes

Gatorade’s 2025 March Madness campaign is called “The Take.” It begins with Juju Watkins sharing her thoughts on what she has given to the game and contemplating what she has taken from it. 

I was at Galen Center when a player suffered a season-ending knee injury. In early September 2023, the Los Angeles Sparks were displaced from Crypto.com Arena due to a scheduling conflict and played against the Washington Mystics. Both teams were fighting to secure a playoff spot after disappointing seasons plagued by injuries. On that night, there would be one more. We sat courtside when Kristi Toliver went down right in front of us. She writhed in pain, screaming and crying, while the arena fell silent. 

I reflected on that moment as I watched a similar incident happen to Juju Watkins during the USC Trojans’ second-round game of this year’s NCAA tournament under those same lights. Despite having tickets, we weren’t in Galen last night. I’m glad we chose not to go. I’d rather not have the shrieks of another beloved player etched into my mind. 

Injuries suck.

Throughout the season, I have admired Juju’s resilience. She frequently absorbs contact during games, showcasing a remarkable ability to stay balanced, square to the basket, and focused even after being bumped. It is part of the special sauce that makes her an elite scorer. However, these attributes also make her a high-usage player, rarely leaving the court and with the ball often in her hands. This combination proved problematic in the early minutes of a physical game against Mississippi State. Sadly, what she gave last night was her knee. 

Paige Bueckers is also featured in that Gatorade ad. She understands what Juju is going through right now. Having endured the surgery, the long recovery, the return to play, the bouts of self-doubt, the adjustments, the heartache, and frustration, she is now once again playing at an elite level. 

What does it take to return to a sport you love, especially when it has also caused you immense suffering? The physical demands are one aspect; the mental challenges are another. How tough must you be to return to a court and trust your body again? 

This is one of many reasons I’m not an elite athlete. 

We all face challenges,  though, and these moments in sports remind us that, even if it requires everything we have, we must rise again. 

That’s what it takes.

See you soon, Ms. Watkins. 

Bleed blue

After completing our first year with season tickets for the USC and UCLA women’s basketball teams, I have learned the truth: I bleed blue and gold. The signs were there last year when I was broken-hearted for the Bruins in their double-overtime loss to the Trojans during the semifinals of the Pac-12 Women’s basketball tournament. It was cemented this year as I couldn’t stop myself from rooting on Betts and Rice in their loss at Galen Center and left early to avoid the Trojans’ celebration when they won again at Pauley.

I root for most Los Angeles teams including USC, but my heart is in Westwood when it comes to this head-to-head matchup. Fandom is illogical. I am more impressed by Juju Watkins and Kiki Iriafen of USC. Lindsay Gottlieb is a cooler coach than Cori Close (though I like them both). There are far more LA Sparks fans rooting for USC than UCLA; yet, I know the UCLA fight song by heart and cheer along with pride. You rarely catch me raising my two fingers in a V for victory.

I figured the two teams would meet again in Indianapolis for the BIG10 tournament championship and the game didn’t disappoint. UCLA had their first good start to a game against the Trojans before Juju and the Trojan bigs imposed their will and pushed out to a ten point lead at the half. The Bruins didn’t crumble as they had in the previous two games and fought back. It helped that they had a much easier semifinal game than their opponents, who had to fight with the Michigan Wolverines until late in the fourth quarter the previous day. As the game closed with the Bruins up by five and Betts throwing a “V” down at the Trojans bench—USC did a whole lot of “Fours” down when they won the regular season title on the Bruins home floor just a week prior—I teared up with pride.

I don’t know what to tell you. Most of my friends who went to school locally went to UCLA. I have never attended, but I was once a regular guest/co-host of a late-night radio program on campus when a friend was in graduate school. I have a relationship with one of the graduate analytics programs. I love the Hammer Museum and the CAP UCLA programming. During the Pac-12 tourney last year, I would say to other attendees in Vegas that my allegiance lied with whichever California team playing in a game was closest to my house. 

That’s UCLA. 

Sorry, Trojans, I can’t help it. I’m rooting for y’all to get to the Natty. I’m rooting for the banner to get raised in Pauley.

U-C-L-A, fight, fight, fight!

Los Angeles Soul

On the second day of Black History Month, Doechii said this as she accepted the GRAMMY award for Rap Album of the Year:

“Anything is possible. Don’t allow anybody to project any stereotypes on you that tell you that you can’t be here, that you’re too dark, or that you’re not smart enough, or that you’re too dramatic, or you’re too loud. You are exactly who you need to be right where you are, and I am a testimony.”

I imagine the black women who make up more than half of the 2024-25 UCLA Bruins Women’s Basketball Team understand this already. Earlier in the day at Pauley Pavillion, the theme was Black Excellence, and it was on display on the court and in the stands. Lauren Betts, the tallest player on the floor, had the most assists, while the smallest, Londynn Jones, had the biggest impact. They both happen to be young black women in incredibly different packages. UCLA fought through a sluggish first half and Minnesota’s pack-the-paint defense to continue their undefeated streak and reign as the number-one team in the country. Meanwhile, Black students were the focus of the in-arena entertainment. Ari Waller hosted as Melanin & Medicine, the National Society of Black Engineers, the Nigerian Students Association, Afro-Latinx Connection,  the Bruinettes, and the members of the Divine Nine made their presence known. 

UCLA women’s basketball home games don’t usually feel particularly black-coded. They don’t have the South LA patina that USC Trojans’ games bring. What UCLA brings to the table is public school charm, enthusiasm, and earnestness. A Bruins athletic event is a student-run affair with current students most in mind. With that comes the centering of their beliefs, hopes, dreams, and the values the school is trying to deliver to them during their time on campus. That includes making room, space, and time for all those who attend and their incredibly varied backgrounds. 

So on this Sunday, a little bit of that Black Los Angeles Soul was in Westwood, and when Lift Every Voice and Sing played before a performance of The Star Spangled Banner, it hit different. American history is filled with violent and despicable acts of regression, and we are in one of those periods now. This time, however, is particularly callous and brazen. Federal agencies are prevented from celebrating or acknowledging identity-based holidays or events, like Black History Month. At the same time, the Trump Administration attempts to roll back years of progress for all Americans.

They not like us.

And, as Alicia Keys would state even later in the awards ceremony at Crypto.com Arena, “DEI isn’t a threat; it’s a gift.”