The public’s collective agape-ness at Caitlin Clark’s parachuting shot continues, and so does the watch to see whether she’ll become weighted by all the obligations to be great. Indiana Fever shirts, socks and lanyards with her number have flown off the shelves, no doubt to be followed by tote bags, tea towels and, what’s next, tourist tickets for pilgrimages to her childhood home? At some point, surely, Clark will drift back down into a more ordinary realm. Won’t she? No. This kid’s not going to fall back to earth.
