Note: this post may contain a bit of a rant, but I promise it is worth reading.
Last week, before settling in to watch the Chicago Blackhawks game, I decided I could finally spend some money on a shirt to show my support for the team. I assumed that a Sports Authority IN Chicago would have at least an average size of t-shirts and apparel to choose from (I mean, it’s not like I was expecting to the Wrigleyville location of the store to carry White Sox gear or anything).
I made my way to the team sports section and began searching for some red and black that didn’t have a Bulls or NBA logo on it, but the Blackhawk mascot and the letters NHL instead. After a bit of searching, I found the approximately 20 largest hockey jerseys I have ever seen nestled between Bears and Cubs gear (I am a fan of baseball, but come on…spring training has not even begun yet). Are they assuming all hockey fans are tall, fat men? Where’s the support for a team that is doing pretty darn good this season? This isn’t even the worst part.
Of course I marched myself over to the nearest employee and asked him if they have women’s or kids Blackhawks gear anywhere else in the store. He said no, but then lead me back to where I began, and assured me they had women’s t-shirts somewhere. We stopped at a rack near the corner where they also keep cups for male athletes. And he said something along the lines of, “Oh yes, here are the women’s shirts. I think they look nice and they seem to be pretty popular.” I reluctantly grabbed a shirt off the rack and held it up.
The shirt, although it appeared a strange red color, was see through. It also lacked a Blackhawks logo, but instead said Chicago Hockey in swirly lettering. The fabric was thinner than the paper in the cheap notebooks I buy from the dollar store, and the V-neck I am sure would expose more of the cleavage I don’t actually have than I would ever desire an athletic shirt to. Oh, and it was $30.
I smiled at the ever-so-nice employee and told him it wasn’t my style. He replied with a a confused look…like I was some high maintenance individual who just can’t be happy with the way things are. Then I proceeded to ask him if he would fork over $30 for a see through shirt that would most likely shrink after one wash and barely displays support for your favorite hockey team. He said he probably wouldn’t, and told me he would look into placing an order for a wider variety of women’s Hawks shirts. I thanked him and told him I didn’t need any additional help.
This is so silly, and I know I am not the only female who enjoys watching sports that doesn’t want to dress like a scantily clothed floozy while doing so. I am a girl and I know things about sports. I don’t want fellow sports fans to think the only reason I purchased a Blackhawks, White Sox, Bulls, etc. shirt is to make me look more attractive to the opposite sex, who apparently just loves sports more than me. When I watch sports, I watch them because I enjoy them…not because of some underlying desire to attract a mate at a bar that is playing whatever sport is in season (trust me, I have a bit more class than that).
Why do I look so serious when I am sitting at a bar staring at a TV screen while the Hawks or White Sox are playing? Because I am watching the game. And no, random bro in the bar, I do not want to talk to you or any of your slimy friends. When a guy goes into a bar to watch a game, you take him seriously and either sit there and watch the game in solidarity or talk about the game. Word of advice bro: treat me the same way. Assume I am knowledgable about the sport I am watching, and instead of commenting on how cute I look (which in itself is not a thoughtful, creative, or original compliment), ask me which team I am rooting for, what I think about this season, or who I think could use some bench time.
That is all.
P.S. Happy Galentine’s Day!