Hold the minivan. Forget about the pollsters. Never mind the demographic cliches. It's about taking pleasure in the faces of girls in the stands, faces painted red, white and blue, instead of blush-on pink and mascara black. On Saturday, some 90,000 fans filled the Rose Bowl in the glaring afternoon sun to watch 20 women pass and kick their way up and down a scoreless field.
Surpluses meet sports bras.
On Monday, the newsweeklies arrived with exuberant photos and blaring cover lines. The World Cup winners have gone from unknowns to superstars. The showboating Chastain swirling her T-shirt over her head. The pumped-up Briana Scurry diving for the save. The star Mia Hamm, checking her ego at the locker room.