BEING a girl means I can do a lot of things.
Multi-task, talk endlessly about pretty much nothing, pull off a short skirt, watch trashy TV shows and cover my blemishes whenever I need.
But you would be surprised to know I am even better at reversing a car like a pro race driver, inhaling food at any given moment, reading a map and sitting for hours on end watching sport on TV.
Yes you may ask… ‘sport? You know sport?’.
Like it is such a surprise.
What is wrong with being able to name the entire Australian cricket team and all the players in the Big Bash League?
Why shouldn’t I get excited if I get a new Manly guernsey for my birthday?
What’s wrong with spending my weekends glued to the football of any variety whether it’s AFL, NFL or NRL.
Don’t get me started on tennis, cricket, motorsport or pretty much anything else for that matter.
There are plenty of things that make my blood boil.
But assuming a girl can’t cover sport or know enough about sport to write a good story is certainly at the top of the list.
Is it really that bad that I knew Adam Scott needed two countback holes to win the US Masters?
What’s wrong with knowing South Melbourne won three premierships before they became the Sydney Swans?
Or that Italy were the World Cup champions in 2006?
People were grateful for my sporting knowledge at a recent quiz night where I was able to answer the above questions without batting an eyelash.
The world will never be perfect but it would be nice to one day be able to cover any sport as a journalist or photographer and be treated as equal to a man.
Because let’s face it; it’s just genetics at the end of the day.
