Tennis GOAT Serena WilliamsatUS Open Tournament in 2013
Occasionally Pretty sends me an unforgettable image from her Twitter Scrolls – this one made my visual week highlights – three of my favorite Black women in sports.
Good start to Celebration Sunday with National Championship Parade this afternoon! Go, Gamecocks!
Texting with a favorite cousin Nita in Texas yesterday about my post on the Gamecock women’s basketball National Championship – she shared a memory of my daddy’s coaching days in Richards, a memory that made me smile.
I remember your Dad in his shorts when he was coaching basketball in Richards, she texted me. Now that would have been a vision, I thought and laughed to myself. My daddy was a very short man with skinny legs in those days but I guess he wore shorts to practice with his team.
So few people left who remember him, I texted Nita.
He was an amazing man. Very strong and loving, she responded.
I wish I had had him longer, I said. He was my best friend. (He died from colon cancer at the age of 51 when I was 30 years old.)
You’re lucky to have had that valuable relationship, she texted. He would be so pleased to see you now in your happy place and all the things you do and experience. You’re the Energizer Bunny. You can knock her down, but she’ll pop up again. And keep going.
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My cousin Nita has known me since I was born nearly 78 years ago in Navasota, Texas. Because she lived in the much bigger city of Rosenberg, was a few years older, was beautiful, always kind to me and my family, was my mother’s first cousin – the stars aligned to make her a goddess to me when I was growing up. Thinking of her now always makes me smile; she lives in Austin today with her husband Joey who is a huge sports fan like Pretty and me. When the Texas Longhorns women’s basketball team was eliminated in post season play, Nita and Joey became Gamecock fans.
Many of my younger friends call me Sheila Slo because it takes me longer to get around when I’m with them. But my cousin Nita sees the Energizer Bunny side of me that she’s watched for nearly eight decades. I’ve had many knock downs in my life, gut checks happen at any age – it’s the “popping up” choices we make that may define us in the end.
Sunday, April 07, 2024 – write it down in the women’s basketball history books as the undefeated University of South Carolina Gamecock women defeated the Iowa Hawkeyes with a final score of 87-75 in Cleveland, Ohio. The Gamecock team finished the season with a perfect 38-0 record and will bring team as well as individual player trophies home to Colonial Life Arena in Columbia, South Carolina, when they arrive today.
(Kirby Lee, USA Today Sports)
Coach Dawn Staley lifts the trophy for her third championship team…
(Ken Blaze, USA Today Sports)
…and cuts the net in basketball championship tradition
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Magical, monumental, memory making – all words I could use to describe the 2023-24 South Carolina women’s basketball winning season. I have held my breath and refused to write about our team until we reached the post season and finished what Raven Johnson called her Revenge Tour because of the Iowa loss she took personally at the Final Four in 2023, but now she and the rest of her Gamecock Nation can celebrate overcoming all obstacles in their way toward the perfect season this year.
Basketball has been a passion for me since I was six years old when my daddy coached the high school boys and girls teams in Richards, Texas, one of the smallest schools in the state. My grandparents took me to every home game, and my daddy let me ride the old yellow school bus to the “away” games with him and his teams. The one year he created a junior high team, he let me play with them when I was in the fifth grade. I still remember the only game we played against a much larger school that quickly disposed of us 52-19, but I scored 13 of the points which made my father very proud.
We moved to Brazoria, Texas, when I was in the eighth grade where I loved playing for Coach Lloyd Thomas and then adored Coach Lois Knipling in my three years on the varsity team at Columbia High School in West Columbia, Texas. Several teammates from those years remain important friends who share memories we never forget. Basketball has always been in my blood, but I followed teams on TV instead of going to the games until I married a woman whose family, particularly her mother, loved basketball as much as mine did. No family gathering skipped sports conversations, especially basketball.
Coach Dawn Staley came to the University of South Carolina sixteen years ago and generated a fan following long before the successful seasons she’s enjoyed in recent times. She rekindled the dormant interest of the Gamecock Nation, and I want to thank Pretty for making sure we became a part of the action at Colonial Life Arena. She signed us up for the Gamecock Club nine years ago, and we have never looked back.
It takes a village as a famous person once said, and I want to thank my personal “squad” for making sure this old woman who will be 78 in two weeks continues to be able to attend the games, cheer for the home team, and share fun times: Garner, JD, Brian, Joan, Susan, Chris, Pat, Brenda, Tony, Drew, Caroline, Ella, Molly, the women who sit at the end of Row 17 in Section 118 who make sure I don’t walk past my row, and the woman who sits behind me who makes sure I sit in the right seat on my row if Pretty is at concessions before the home games. Special thanks to my Road Warriors Brian, Garner, and Robert who take care of me on the away games when Pretty isn’t able to make the trip.
Out-of-towners who are part of my squad include Jennifer who is our point person for Gamecock basketball insider information, sisters-in-law Darlene and Dawne in the upstate, Texas sister Leora, Texas cousin GP, Seattle cousins Trevor, Morgin, Rory, Quinn, and Vaughn. They may not be present in person, but they love Gamecock women’s basketball. Locals Sheila Go, Meghan and Dick connect with Pretty and me throughout the season, too.
(Thanks to you all for the memories! I’m sure I’ve left someone out, but if it’s you, mea culpa. Remember I am old, as my granddaughter Ella reminds everyone when I falter.)
And of course every squad needs a Captain – my Captain is Pretty who handles all ticket purchases, travel arrangements to all games, and usually makes sure we eat Mexican food afterwards. If victories are super sweet and the Hot Donuts sign is lit bright red at the Krispy Kreme in West Columbia, Pretty drives through for a 3-pack special treat for us.
My life has been, and continues to be, good whether our team brings home trophies or not, but today it’s a Great Day to be a Gamecock.
Onward.
the future is bright with one of my favorite freshies
Today is Palm Sunday, the Sunday before Easter for Christians around the world who will focus particularly on the miracles of resurrections in words and songs during the next seven days. He is Risen, the New Testament gospels proclaim. Hallelujah.
When I think of resurrection, I hear the rich voice of a Black woman named Maya Angelou reciting a favorite poem:
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
On June 30, 1966, the National Organization for Women was founded by activists who wanted to end sex discrimination. Who could argue with that lofty goal?
Oh, well. Just about everyone. Many men felt threatened in those early days by a national organization formed to remove barriers of discrimination they liked and needed. Women of color often felt excluded because they weren’t represented in the movement. Queer women felt equally left out. Voter suppression wasn’t a major talking point. Intersectional feminism, what exactly was that? Misunderstood, misconstrued, lost in translation – the challenges of the early days of the National Organization for Women.
In an effort to better explain its mission, Article II of the bylaws adopted by the NOW membership in 2020 states the following:
NOW’s purpose is to take action through intersectional grassroots activism to promote feminist ideals, lead societal change, eliminate discrimination, and achieve and protect the equal rights of all women and girls in all aspects of social, political, and economic life.
NOW’s 2024 Action Plan aims to “win a feminist vistory in the 2024 elections, defeat estremist attacks and restore women’s rights” through grassroots campaigns.
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