Something remarkable and entirely unexpected occurred in my home recently, a request that caused a double-take to make sure an impostor wasn't sitting next to me on the couch.
My wife asked if we could watch a women's basketball game.
This has never happened in our 23 years of wedded bliss. Sure, there have been times when I flipped to women's basketball on TV and maybe she paid casual attention, but never has she requested it. Not only requested it, but then suggested we record the championship game two days later in case we were not home.
We moved further into the twilight zone when my mother-in-law called to talk about women's basketball, specifically Angel Reese's taunting of Caitlin Clark, and suddenly two people who know next to nothing about women's basketball were discussing women's basketball.
And me? For the first time in my life, I was more excited to watch the women's championship game than the men's.
I smiled at all of it. Smiled, because this is how a sport grows.
Something compelling happens that grabs people's attention, pulls them in, leaves them talking about it and then maybe creates fans of those new to the neighborhood.
Not everyone who found themselves captivated by the supernova moment that unfolded in women's college basketball over the last 10 days will become full-fledged followers, but some undoubtedly will.