Hi, Jaelene.
We don’t know each other, but I was hoping to get the chance to ask you some questions last night. I was disappointed when you walked by as I and the other reporters tried to flag you down in the mixed zone. I would have liked the chance to dig a little deeper into the convictions you expressed in the video profile that came out yesterday.
I get the sense you felt under attack last night, between the banner and the boos every time you went near the ball. I get the sense you have long felt that way as you navigate this sport; a lone island of staunchly archaic religious conviction in a vast sea of queers.