It's never good to generalize about women. I'm one, and trust me, we don't like to be stereotyped - at least, most of us don't like it. (Maybe some do. Wouldn't want to generalize.) But when it comes to women who attend men's pro sports here in Philly, there's one inevitable truth about us females. Lady game-goers are the minority.
No surprise there. At least, not if you've been to see the Phils, Flyers, Birds, Sixers or Union and taken a quick look around. Stand outside one of the gates at Lincoln Financial Field 15 minutes before game time. Notice the lines are separated by gender; see the women cruising right in; see the guys shuffle in baby steps and take 10 minutes to pass through security; same deal at halftime, when the uncomfortable delay to enter a restroom can make a fella consider investing in a Stadium Pal, but the queues for women's loos move with relieving swiftness. (Again, not to stereotype, but I believe I represent my gender when I say we consider the no-waiting-to-pee aspect of our minorityness nothing if not a perk.)
