My name is Rebecca. Some of you might know me as Queenie, others as NYCScribbler, yet others as "HEY! You in the Lobo jersey! Pipe down!" In no wise are you to call me Becky. That's an old antipathy from my infancy, though it's certainly grown stronger in the last eight years.
I've been a WNBA and New York Liberty fan since day one, and a college fan since about 2004. I hold season tickets to the Liberty and the Red Storm of St. John's, but I have a tendency to pop up in a lot of other places as well.
In case you're wondering, that's me in the profile image, in the background of a game at Mohegan Sun Arena.
When I'm not watching basketball, talking about basketball, posting about basketball, or thinking about basketball... I'm probably sleeping. Even then, my brain has been spotted casting WNBA players in my dreams, and every season brings with it the recurring nightmare of having gotten to the arena and forgotten my tickets.
I write the "Game Notes of Doom". They are opinionated, lengthy, often profane, and occasionally profound. Here I hope to touch upon matters less specific than individual games- less beat writer, more columnist. So far, no dice.