Last week Biden’s Department of Education announced its Title IX regulations, which the editors and Madeleine Kearns forcefully addressed. The provisions allow men to participate in women’s sports if a male self-identifies as a female.
I’ve never been much of a sports gal, but I loved to play volleyball growing up, and it was easy to spot the differences between men’s and women’s volleyball. Men played a quicker, more intense, stronger game.
Anyway, I got hit by a line drive yesterday during a recreational softball practice, and it broke my cheekbone (it’s embarrassing and I write this Corner post as a means of catharsis). Doctors gathered around to marvel at the injury when I arrived in the emergency room — impressed, nay, in disbelief that a softball could do so much damage. They kept asking questions like “Did the bat hit you too?” and “Did you also hit your head on the ground?” I explained: “No, he’s just a really good player.”
In unison, the doctors let out a long “Ohh,” as if they’d had an epiphany. They thought I had been playing softball with other women; the injury made complete sense when they learned it was a man who swung the bat. Not to discount all the women out there with powerful swings, but I might’ve preferred getting hit by a girlfriend’s line drive instead.
Biden’s rules are bound to cause similar stories, and I pity the girls and young women who have to stand up against the regulations just to defend themselves against serious injury. My injury was a complete accident. When more girls start to get hurt because boys are allowed to play on their teams, we’ll know exactly where to direct blame.
On another note: Our team’s batting lineup this year is (seriously) killer.