I guess we have to agree to disagree here. My dad called me some 30 years ago or so and said, "kid, I know you love basketball. There is a team, a coach here that plays the most beautiful game of basketball you have ever seen. Come home this weekend and watch with me."
And that was that
But I guess I am wired that way. I don't look at musicians, I listen to them. Actors, I watch performances, aware that there are writers and directors helping them/giving them material with which to work while they research and develop their characters and their respective motivations. The fire guys who came to my apartment house to put out the fire, I never once looked at their faces from a standpoint of physical beauty. I was just glad that they were there to help.
I was riding a city bus the other day carrying three bags of groceries. Standing next to me was a man who had a hard, grizzled, creased face, tousled hair cut short and whitened with age...he had a bit of a belly, scruffy tee and faded jeans, and very blue eyes. He struck up a conversation with me while surreptitiously looking in my bags..he was an undercover cop on duty that day in response to the heightened security that prevails in this city. We had a nice conversation once he realized that I wasn't going to blow up the bus...he was from Queens I am thinking, based upon his accent. Certainly this man was no specimen of beauty, but I liked his soul very much - clearly he loved his city...
Beauty has it's place. Physical beauty is only skin deep, and it doesn't last. Inner beauty is a much different thing. It is the soul, it is either god given or it is developed and lasts until the body gives out. the beauty of sport transcends any physical beauty IMO. Nothing beats a well played game.
If the WNBA uses players such as EDD and Diggins to bring in viewership, it is the purist in me that shudders at the thought, and thinks that it is too bad that folks would not tune in simply because they like basketball....like I did, a long time ago.
JMO