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There are essentially three types of female sports fans in the world.
First, the “poser”—the woman who has a rudimentary knowledge of the “big four:” football, baseball, basketball and hockey. The poser takes said info and hits up a New York City sports bar, trying to impress men with her (limited) knowledge.
“Brett Favre was considering retirement, but decided to return for another year,” she’ll declare to earshot listeners on Green Bay’s opening day. This female falls somewhere in the middle of the sports spectrum and believes that her superficial sports facts qualify her as a fan. Tom Glavine’s win/loss record? David Wright’s OBP? Probably not stats that she can reel out. But she can go to a Mets game without asking, “Why didn’t he swing the bat all the way around?” when Delgado bunts.
That retort explains category two. This is the type of woman that disgraces all females who have a semblance of sports knowledge. You know this woman: she is typically very attractive, playing the ‘clueless sports-fan’ card so men will patiently explain why a hockey hat trick does not involve helmets. I recently heard my friend’s girlfriend (and yes, coincidentally she is a tall blonde) ask, “What exactly is a strike? I keep hearing people say that when they’re batting—does that mean they don’t want to play? Or is it like bowling?”
Ouch.
For me, a woman with deep sports knowledge, this is lemon juice on the paper cut of female fan stereotypes.
