When I was a little kid I saw the US women's basketball team smoke the Soviet Union at the Goodwill Games. After the game, we saw one of the American players crying outside the arena. (I think she didn't play as much as she would have liked.) My mom made me go up and ask for her autograph.
Thus began my education in understanding women.
[ Edited by dobophile on Nov 24, 2009 at 2:34 PM ]