Yes, another blog about Michelle Wie playing in yet another men’s event.

But here’s the issue: A recent Michelle Wie blog of mine prompted some to ask why Wie is still even getting attention, much less being invited to play in another men’s tournament.

Why even bother to blog about her, in other words, when she has so publicly and totally played her way out of earning the right to any publicity, positive or negative?

And it’s true that those multitudes of former Wie fans have clammed up tighter than Uncle Harry’s hat band.

So I done me some thinking on it.

Here’s why she still deserves mention.

Rarely has one athlete with such enormous expectations failed so spectacularly. This has been a cataclysmic failure, the kind you can hear explode in the next county. Offhand, I can’t think of any other failure, preceded by this kind of buildup, of this magnitude.

Add to that the key story elements of greed – personal and corporate – arrogance hypocrisy, anger, hate and delusions of grandeur so high they make your head spin.

Not to mention the long legs and short skirts.

Michelle Wee is our era’s premier, ongoing sports soap opera, and it continues to be boffo at the box office.

That’s why I continue to root for her to make these insane decisions. She may be the sadomasochist of our times, playing out her crumbling ability and psyche on an international stage.

Hardly anybody believes she should be playing with the men, reflected by the Golf Channel’s recent poll in which 82 percent said our gal shouldn’t be playing with the dudes.

And yet she continues.

Is she crazy? Sick in the head? Other-wordly stubborn? Publicity-starved? Sly? Does she know something we don’t? Is there a clause in her Nike contract?

Is she impervious to humiliation? You’d have to be almost an alien to absorb the sort of humiliation she has endured.

You don’t want to tune in, but you have to.

Michelle, you go, girl.

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