I was browsing the answers to a question that MLB posted on Twitter today. A photo of Ted Williams with the caption “who would you go back in time to watch” featured a lot of interesting responses. A lot of Babe Ruth, a lot of Satchel Paige. I myself said Bob Feller. Then I noticed this exchange, which I screencapped for your viewing displeasure:
Notice anything unusual here?
This woman is basically “make me a sandwich’d” by a perfect stranger who decided that it was his place to test her baseball knowledge. The nerve of this dude.
I take it for granted that I surround myself with men who understand and appreciate that women can love the game of baseball and know a lot about it. There are guys I know who openly admit I know more about it than they do. But I don’t forget – can’t, really – the years of anonymous posting at baseball blogs and message boards, hiding under a masculine pseudonym because if I even remotely seemed like a female, my opinion was automatically invalid. I was obviously there for tight asses and to find a boyfriend (no, and no).
The other day, women-in-baseball pioneer Justine Siegal was attacked by trolls – male and female alike – leading to this tweet:
If you’re so intimidated by a woman who wants to merely give back to a game that she loves, the problem is with you and not with her. I don’t want to coach or scout, I only want to write about this beautiful sport, and yet I understand where Justine is coming from.
Our voices are important to hear. Our views are valid. Our experience is key. And our love of the game cannot be matched, just as any man’s. I urge you to support the ladies in your life who love baseball – love them back. Lift them up. Have their back when people tell them they can’t.