Saw this on the Today Show yesterday morning. Prettttttty awesome. (Although I would’ve liked a better camera angle to see how exactly she picked up the basketball mid-tumble but whatevs.)
All y’all who say cheerleaders aren’t athletes can have a seat.
Who run the world? Girls.
Who run the world? Girls!
World, meet Sam Gordon, the freakin awesome (and freakishly awesome) little girl who dominates the boys in this youth league.
Came across Sam’s highlight reel on The Big Lead yesterday and it’s my new favorite thing.
I have no idea - none - how she manages to break away from some of these tackles, and as a former shrimpy kid who was always the smallest in class, I’m in awe of how she drags some of these defenders with her to get a few more yards. Small but mighty, y’all.
Girlfriend is not afraid to make some tackles of her own either, and her form is pretty darn good. She might be able to run away from tackles, but no one’s running away from her.
With all the new information we have today about head injuries and the dangers of football, particularly among the youngest (cutest!) players, I know I’d have serious reservations about letting any potential future children of mine play the game.
But I can’t lie. If I have a little girl someday, I would love for her to be a little badass like Sam Gordon.
You go, girl! (Old school but totally appropriate, right?)
We don’t lift weights in order to look hot, especially for the likes of men like that. What makes them think that we even WANT them to find us attractive? If you do, thanks very much, we’re flattered. But if you don’t, why do you really need to voice this opinion in the first place, and what makes you think we actually give a toss that you, personally, do not find us attractive? What do you want us to do? Shall we stop weightlifting, amend our diet in order to completely get rid of our ‘manly’ muscles, and become housewives in the sheer hope that one day you will look more favourably upon us and we might actually have a shot with you?! Cause you are clearly the kindest, most attractive type of man to grace the earth with your presence.
-Zoe Smith, 18 year old weightlifter currently representing Great Britain at the Olympics, responding to tweets labelling her muscles “unattractive” and “unfeminine”. (via rawwomen)
Best. Good response Zoe, and 18? Maybe our world IS producing awesome young women! Duh of couse, but yay. (via sarahchristine)
I was completely blown away watching girls smaller than me lift twice their body weight. Hardcore. Fabulous.
Good for this gal for standing up for herself. Muscles are awesome, strong is beautiful, and personally, I’d rather be able to beat the crap out of jerks who think otherwise than be feminine. (Sorry, Mom.)
(via sarahchristine)
This chick? Freakin. Rocks.
I don’t know who you are, honey, but you are clearly more awesome than whoever that dude was.
My sister and I saw this when we were watching the game yesterday. It was definitely a high-five, you go girl moment.
All my ladies with cheating ex-boyfs you know you’re better off without UNITE.
Actually, let’s be for real. This is for all the gals out there who don’t need a dude to appreciate a good game.
You know those commercials that suggest women only tune in because their dudes are watching the games? If you get offended by those, I’m guessing you’ll appreciate this.
High fives and Happy Holidays to all the ladies out there who love their sports - no man required!
(Source: thedailywhat, via ahotsouthernmess)
Is there anything I love more than baseball, history, and stories about smart, awesome women?
Besides college football and the beach, NO there is not.
I just stumbled across this CNN story about Dorothy Seymour Mills, who was married to the late baseball historian Harold Seymour and helped him co-authored his three great baseball books without so much as a line in the acknowledgments.
Basically, it was the 1950s and he was twice her age and was happy to have her immense help researching and writing but pitched a fit when, after decades, she finally asked for a little recognition. After all, she only wrote nearly the entire third book on her own as her husband began to struggle with Alzheimer’s.
She wrote her own account of her life’s work in 2004’s A Woman’s Work and, at the age of 83, has just completed a historical baseball novel (Is there anything I love more than sports-themed historical fiction?? Nope, not really)
I’m thrilled she was finally able to get recognized for her work instead of fading away as nothing more than an enormously talented and competent ghostwriter for her husband. I’m also reminded of how fortunate I am, as a woman who loves sports and history and writing, to live in a time where I can research and write and have a career on my own, instead of just being a supportive, obedient wife to an ambitious husband with a killer book idea.
