Women's Basketball and Lacking Police Movies of the 70s

The men's basketball team at my school is, as Woody Allen would put it, quite jejune. Our women's basketball team, on the other hand, is quite excellent. They're one of the best teams in the country in fact.
Too bad no one cares.
Only recently did it dawn on me why this is, and it's not because they're women, but because they play the game too properly. No one wants to watch a proper game of basketball! No fouls, so no opportunities to yell at the ref for a bad call. No one tosses the ball out of bounds, no one plays dirty. Americans like dirty, no sense pretending. Ever hear of the classic movie of the 70s, Clean Harry? Neither has anyone else. Its relatively short running time of an hour and forty-five minutes is full of nothing but waiting for lawyers to arrive at the station, getting a search warrant from a judge, failing to find anything at the crime scene due to a lacking search warrant, and filling out paperwork explaining what went wrong with the search warrant.
Yeah that was really going to produce four sub par sequels.
Or how about the show 24? Would anyone watch it if it was truly realistic? First off, it would be called 48+ and it would be horrendously boring. Who wants to watch Jack Bauer sitting in traffic every Monday at 9/8 Central? Instead of "drop the gun!" and "holster your weapon!" We'd be hearing: "Please lower your weapon, sir. Please lower your weapon, sir. Please lower your weapon, sir. (commerical break) Pleas....(yawn)" After that crap I'd have turned off the TV and taken up basket weaving.
You know what film had the biggest opening weekend of all time? The Dark Knight, a film about a vigilante. You know what the greatest movie of all time is? The Godfather, a film about a mobster. But good old-fashioned Clean Harry has gone the way of the dodo and Gigli 2.
The point is, no one wants to watch a realistic television show. We have our own realistic television shows five days a week from 9-5, which go on for seventy seasons or more, have a severe lack of car chases, and no guest appearances by Jessica Alba. That doesn't sound like anything I'd want to watch. So the next time someone mentions how boring women's basketball is, don't feed them to the Amazons just yet. Instead remember that TV's number one doctor is an egotistical drug addict, and he's the man.