@wissox I did get in a couple pickup games with members of the women’s team. While clearly I was the worst player on the court at least I could be marginally competitive. I was amazed at the physicality of the women’s game. Had to rely on my instincts from being a defensive lineman in high school football to survive playing in the paint.
Had a comparable experience when I was in the navy, serving at the Bethesda Naval hospital (now called Walter Reed) outside DC. I was shooting around with my pal Kenny, a skinny guy not much more talented than me. The only other people in the gym were a pudgy girl wearing a University of Maryland sweatshirt and three guys who thought they were hot stuff. So the three of them challenged us to a game, badly concealing their laughter about how badly they were going to beat us. That was my expectation as well. Turns out that the gal played like (and probably was) a D1 player. She made it rain from 3 point land. None of the hot stuff guys could guard her one on one, and when they doubled her she’d hit Kenny or me with a perfect pass for a layup. It was a slaughter, but not the one I expected. Our opponents kept screaming at each other “can’t you guard her?” While Kenny and I were the ones trying not to laugh.