INDIANAPOLIS — This isn’t fun. The Caitlin Clark experience. It was supposed to be a whole bunch of logo 3s and a staggering amount of no-look passes. Instead, it’s become a sizzle reel of flagrant fouls, interrupted only by troubling injuries and league-wide PR nightmares.
It was supposed to feel like a party in the Heartland that lasts through the summer months, and a revolution for girls everywhere that’ll echo throughout generations. This was supposed to keep us — all of us — watching, celebrating and obsessing over women’s sports. This was supposed to be magic, swished in from waaaaay downtown.
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