All in World's Greatest

Got Next

I saw my first WNBA game in the summer of 1997 at The Forum in Inglewood. My family drove from Bakersfield to see the Los Angeles Sparks in our Dodge Caravan with dual sliding doors and a trademarked color only a seventh grader could remember: teal-island-satin glow.

Opposing Energies

Maybe that’s why I love sports so much. The time, space—even the goals are set—and I am free to move as efficiently or voraciously within them as I want, or can. In life, I find restraints comforting. Without them, I tend to get overwhelmed, or distracted.