I don’t want to sound whiny or cliche, but as a woman in sports you often feel like an outsider–especially so if, like me, you have to enter the clubhouse on a regular basis.  I have never run into a problem, but I have also never felt like I’ve been included or accepted–until now.

A couple of days ago, I wrote a post on the recent shaving cream shenanigans taking place during the post-game interviews.  I should’ve known to keep my big mouth shut. 

Check out the video of last night’s interview.

I knew Brett Jackson had it coming, but ME?!  Never even saw it coming.  In fact, I turned and saw Logan Watkins, made eye contact with him and thought to myself: “Yes, Logan’s going to get Brett too!  This is awe–” SPLAT!  In my face…my mouth, my nose, my eye.  Morning after, and I can still taste men’s Barbasol in my mouth.

Eh, with all of the young guys in the clubhouse I guess that had to find some kind of use for the shaving cream–because they sure as heck can’t grow any facial hair.  (Sorry, cheap shot, but I had to get it in).