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Ah, the leaves start to fall, the cider's hot (or the beer is flowing if you're a Dolphins fan...gotta cope somehow), and hope springs eternal - until kickoff. October football hits different. It's that time where even 2-4 teams convince themselves they're "just getting started", and fantasy managers talk themselves into starting some guy named Tyler from the Jets' practice squad. Then you check your fantasy score, and suddenly autumn doesn't feel so cozy anymore (or maybe that's just me).

The WNBA is living through its most visible, successful, and volatile era all at once. Ratings are up, arenas are fuller, and stars like Caitlin Clark, Paige Bueckers, and Angel Reese have pulled the league into the mainstream. Yet beneath the highlight reels and rising sponsorships lies a quieter crisis, one that the league’s own athletes are refusing to ignore.

You can learn a lot about a restaurant from its Yelp reviews, the atmosphere, the service, and whether the chef burns dessert in crunch time. But what if the NFC were a lineup of restaurants? Some would be Michelin-star contenders, some overhyped chains, and others… let’s just say health inspectors would have a field day.