On one hand, I'm marveling at the fact that the Tennessee pitcher throw her fastball at 72mph, and her change at 52 mph. That's astonishing. On the other hand, I'm looking at the massive, broad, bright ribbon hanging from her hair, and thinking: somewhere in central Tennessee, there's a show horse in a dressage competition, wandering around, feeling naked.
Looking at the Lady Vols dugout, with all the players wearing those silly ribbons, there's a whole buncha show horses, somewhere, feeling naked. It's tough for folks like me to champion fastpitch softball when some of the players get dolled up like it's "Dancing with the Stars".
Get dusty, get dirty.