Bad Idea File

We see where some h.s. chicklette is starting varsity football in TX this week.

(SeeBS DFW) Despite some initial surprise over her interest in joining the varsity team, he said her talent was clear. “Regardless of if she’s a boy or girl, she’s a great player,” he said.
Madi Martin sensed some resistance at first from her teammates.
“Some people were like, ‘Why is this happening? Why does she want to do this?’” she said. “Now they’re my bros, and we’re good now.”
The team has had to make some adjustments.
“Locker rooms, obviously,” said Madi. She gets dressed and ready on her own.
“For away games, I’ll just show up dressed,” she said.
Madi’s father also shared the story of when Coach Dodge first addressed the team as a whole.
“He said, ‘We’re going take care of our boys,’” Bret Martin said. “And, about half way through his speech, he goes ‘guys and girls’ and I could tell for one second he thought of Madi.
Martin insists he doesn’t care about ‘political correctness’ for the sake of his daughter.
“She can hold her own in any situation,” he said.
Madi plans to prove that with the football season beginning next week.
While she doesn’t want the extra attention to distract her, she does hope other girls who see her realize they can join the game, too.
“I think it’ll plant a seed,” she said.

What'll get planted, is helmets and cleats, in her chest.

On the plus side, she made the team like anyone else.
Unlike the way the Pentagon put women through combat arms and special forces training pipelines, that approach, at least, is the right way to do it. So 1 point for Texas h.s. football, in that respect.

The problem with that is that she's about to find out what happens when opposing teams decide to use her for stomping practice. I predict she lasts about a month, max, before she gets literally pounded off the field with an injury.

Conspicuous by its absence is any mention of her height or weight.
I went to a small school, in a 1A league.
And we had some pretty small kids who made varsity, and it showed.
Our team, which in some years had made all-state, went 0-13 my senior year.
We were undefeatless. We didn't win anything varsity until halfway through basketball season.

But it's not the W-L record that's going to pay the price here, nor matter. It's a physics thing.
When "boys" of 16-17-18, over 6 feet tall, and weighing 200-250 pounds or more pile into Cornerback Barbie, who's probably not over 5'7" or 140, her bones are going to get broken. She won't be able to run as fast, or for as long, and has maybe 2/3rds the raw strength of even the most average boy who didn't make the team. (Most high school and every college cross country team has guys who can beat the women's Olympic world record in track and field anything.) She's probably about the physical equivalent of an average-sized boy - in middle school. And some running back or wide receiver isn't going to juke around her, but will instead deliberately go right over her. Every play, every game. And unless she's a moron, or a masochist, she's not going to like getting trampled, and she's not going to thrive. She's going to get busted up.

And her teammates are going to have to suck it up when it happens.

If she was just a kicker, and damned good, she might be able to pull it off with little difference from her squirrely male counterparts in such a protected position. Barely.
At least, until the first time her line doesn't hold, and she gets dog-piled.

And frankly, her making the team at all says more about the dreadful state of masculinity when there wasn't a better candidate without looking very hard, so I'm guessing they were pretty hard up in the talent department. Unless she's an aberrational prodigy, and can kick 80-yard field goals. Which I doubt. That kind of thing only happens in Disney sports movies.

But for any times when she plays as a defensive back, she's going to be the point every play is called to, and every sweep run to, until they send her off the field in a stretcher. After running up the score, using her jersey to clean their cleats.

Somebody in one of the science classes she probably daydreamed through should have pointed that out to her, but she's about to learn, at about the speed opposing backs run a 40-yeard split, that she isn't one of the boys, no matter how hard she wants it.

Hopefully daddy's got her a good medical plan. She's going to need it.
And if this plants seeds in other girls' heads, it's going to get them broken up too.
And this will end in tears. Or, just get football so pussified, guys will stop playing completely.
But hey, anything to advance the feminut narrative, right?