As for myself, I was loitering nostalgically near the souvenir counter. I figured there was no harm in looking the merchandise over one more time, just in case. I'd had similar thoughts at previous games, but the feeling had never been quite so acute. I was getting maudlin over basketball. Sports are boring.
Sports are pointless.
The ball goes this way, the ball goes that way. I just couldn't feel sports the way men did. And, try as I might, I could find no sympathy in my heart for helmeted fatmen wearing tight pants. Sports was guys cheering guys. After a lifetime of sports antipathy, I was surprised how excited I was by the advent of women's professional basketball.