Essentially, the reason that I don't watch women's sport is because I can't handle watching women act like men. Watching ladies compete in any sort of physical competition where they must hurt, hit or use sheer brute force to overcome each other is not my cup of tea. That's why football (soccer), tennis (except when the Williams sisters are playing) and lawn bowls are less distasteful.
But this guy I was reading was exactly the opposite. There wasn't enough competition in women's sport for him. Until, he was transfixed by women's rugby:
For a brief moment last night that changed, when bald headed women ploughed into the ribs of other women and fought with their last drop of sweat to prevent an egg-shaped ball from crossing a line. In one moment an England player punched an Aussie to the floor in self-defence.
Yeah. Great stuff. Really.