Hey guys, It’s unfortunate to write this, but I have to go in for minor knee surgery soon and will unable to join my USA Basketball family at the 2014 FIBA World Championships. My focus now is to get healthy and strong and make a full comeback as soon as possible! Unfortunately that timeline will not allow [...]
Q: What was it like to grace the pages of ESPN’s Body Issue? What message do you hope it sends? A: Throughout my pregnancy, I was mortified by the changes that occurred to my body. Nine months of cravings, weight gain, and mood swings produced a beautiful daughter, but it definitely took a toll on [...]
I know it’s been a long time since I’ve written, but I’m excited to get the blog going again. I’m enjoying another great season with UMMC Ekaterinburg, where I play during the WNBA offseason. For those that aren’t familiar with the area, we are in Yekaterinburg in central Russia. It’s a nice town with nice [...]
A big thanks to everyone who came out to Camp! It was truly a blast and I look forward to working with you at future camps! Fans: Be sure to follow Candace on Twitter and Facebook.
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Phoenix, AZ – A few minutes before the visiting Charlotte Bobcats tipped off against the Phoenix Suns at US Airways Center last Saturday, I suddenly felt it was vitally important that I have some cookie dough ice cream.
I was there covering the game for an upcoming article in the next issue of SLAM. I dropped my laptop off at the press box and made a beeline for Cold Stone Creamery. Yes, there is one inside the arena and it’s a delicious gift from heaven.
Something you should know about me to put this story in context: Aside from my career, I tend to avoid human contact and/or interaction whenever possible. I’m kind of like Sheldon from “The Big Bang Theory.” Whether I’m exceedingly shy or just downright lazy doesn’t really matter anymore.
While in line, I glanced over to my left and noticed a young girl, maybe ten-years-old, with a Los Angeles Sparks WNBA jersey on.
“Odd,” I thought. “Don’t really see many WNBA jerseys at NBA games, much less a Sparks one in Phoenix.”
I brushed it off, not thinking anything more of it.
I had been in line for Cold Stone for what seemed like 52 minutes. Rather than make an attempt to converse with someone (again, I’d rather stab myself in the eye with a rusty fork), I continued to refresh my Twitter account on my BlackBerry.
“I think I’m going to get cookie dough,” said a random voice next to me.
“Yeah, me too,” I responded internally with a sarcastic tone. “That is, if the line ever starts moving.”
That’s when I saw it was the same little girl with the Candace Parker Sparks jersey on. She didn’t have any hair and was having a noticeably hard time keeping her balance without help from her mom.