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We probably all groaned simultaneously.

“Start doing it to me and we’ll get along just fine,” said , a middle-aged male sports journalist, at the first press conference Caitlin Clark gave after being selected as the No. 1 WNBA draft pick by the Indiana Fever. The columnist for The Indianapolis Star had just flashed the “heart” sign that Clark gives to her family at games and apparently thought flirting with a 22-year-old was clever or endearing.

It wasn’t. It was just creepy.