WNBA Training Camp: Where Professional Athletes are Just Like Us—Except, You Know, Better
Ladies and gentlemen, gather round! It’s that time of year again, when the New York Liberty take to the court for another exhilarating edition of “Who Can Show Up With All Their Body Parts Intact?” Yes, folks, welcome to their open practice at the Barclays Center! A dazzling stage so bright you’d swear it was sponsored by theme park clowns. And if you squint hard enough, you might just spot the Nets’ logo still clinging on like an unwanted house guest.
Picture this: 12 players sprinting up and down the court as though they were being chased by angry bees, while the cheer squad—renamed from “Torch Patrol” to “Torch Masters of Distraction”—tries to coax the audience from their smartphones. Yep, because nothing gets the crowd going like a well-executed pirouette from your grandma’s dance troupe, “The Timeless Torches,” who are definitely in no way related to the Liberty.
The crowd erupted louder than a toddler at a candy store when the one and only Breanna Stewart, a woman who apparently levitates rather than walks, graced us with her presence—fully decked out in her “I’m Practicing Like I Mean It” ensemble. Spoiler alert: she did not actually participate in practice, but hey—bringing the fashion game is half the battle, right?
Now, let’s rewind to last year’s “Training Camp of Doom,” where only five brave souls showed up for practice, probably because they mistook it for a zombie apocalypse drill. This lack of warm bodies was, of course, responsible for the Liberty’s thrilling 1-7 start to the season—truly the stuff of sports legends… or horror flicks.
Fast forward to this year, where coach Sandy Brondello, who apparently possesses the patience of a saint and a strategy akin to an overzealous chess master, is dealing with a roster that looks more robust than a Thanksgiving turkey. Why? Thanks to WNBA prioritization rules that have somehow turned everyone into reliable basketball players instead of mythical creatures who flit between continents with broken limbs.
A year later, and the only injuries being discussed in this training camp are the psychological scars left over from last year’s catastrophe. It’s mundane injuries now versus last year’s horror show of torn ligaments and COVID protocols. “Number one, shit happens,” Brondello wisely noted, as if that could somehow sum up life’s biggest mysteries, like why avocado toast costs more than a small pony.
Our friend, Betnijah Laney, reported the atmosphere this year is “calmer”—a real shocker considering last year’s camp felt more like a reality show called “Survivor: Basketball Edition.” This year, they even have a slight height advantage because, fun fact, Han Xu may now stand taller than a small building.
And let’s not forget those new players joining the fray. Jonquel Jones, perhaps the most cautious of the crew, has navigated through physical therapy like a toddler negotiating their first steps—adorably incompetent yet filled with hope. Meanwhile, Breanna Stewart twirled her basketball from the sidelines, adding ample flair because, of course, just watching is an Olympic sport too.
Training camp this year is all about “building the right way” (not to be confused with IKEA’s furniture assembly). And what does that mean? Well, it means holding back—like the athlete’s version of “I’ll just have water instead of dessert.” The Liberty coaching staff has embraced technology to monitor player recovery so meticulously they probably have a beeping device that alerts them when a player feels slightly peckish.
Even the Liberty’s new players are taking a sensible pace—“incrementally, like a tortoise who just learned the importance of careful time management.” Remember, they’re not gunning for a championship in week one. Nope, that would require some kind of organized plan to get even half of them on the court at the same time without needing to call 911.
So, as we all gear up for the upcoming season, let’s remember the hilarity that is the WNBA—where even the odds look like they’re wrestling with injuries and reality like it’s an uncoordinated dance-off. Here’s to the Liberty, the only team proving that sometimes the magic is less about wins and more about just showing up. Grab your popcorn and settle in—this train wreck might just be the most entertaining ride of the year!
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