In a recent chapter of the gay-guy-playing-pro-football saga, an online article actually supplied me with so much material to write about, I barely knew where to start.
First, ex-football coach and Skeletor look-alike Tony Dungy said he would not have drafted Michael Sam, the NFL’s first openly gay player. Dungy said that he would not have wanted to have to deal with the complexities which Sam’s impeccably stylish, matching personal baggage might contain. I haven’t spoken with Mr. Dungy personally, but I think I understand his logic. Also, he didn’t actually talk about Mr. Sam’s luggage, that was just me using a cute metaphor.

The NFL is a tough place to do business, and potential players are put under intense scrutiny. Teams want to avoid drafting anyone whose off-field behavior might sully the league’s reputation or distract fellow players from remembering blocking assignments and locker combinations. Sports psychology experts will tell you that all it takes is one accused murderer, wife beater, dog fighter or date-rapist to disrupt the delicate balance of locker room morale. Drafting a guy who already “plays for the other team” is just asking for trouble.
It appeared during the draft that many of the NFL’s talent scouts may have agreed with Dungy’s assessment of Michael Sam. After all, it’s one thing to have pink accessories to show support for breast cancer awareness (and then donate pennies to the actual cause), but damn it man, the NFL doesn’t need players to start pushing for rainbows too! You let gay men into the league and the next thing you know they’ll be having “Say Yes To The Dress” marathons on the jumbo-tron!
Boobies – 7 Judy Garland worship – 3

Dungy’s quote did not get past sports commentator and arbiter of all-things politically correct Keith Olbermann, who promptly labelled him “The Worst Person in the World“. I’m not a close follower of Mr. Olbermann. I’m hoping that he names a new worst person in the world every week or two and this is not a one-time thing. While Dungy’s comment could certainly be construed as prejudicial, it’s hard to imagine that he beats out Adolf Hitler, Charles Manson or Donald Rumsfeld, just for uttering a few words. In Olbermann’s defense, if he just labelled Dungy a jerk, he wouldn’t have likely gotten much mileage out of it.

Next in line was Tim Wildmon, the CEO of the American Family Association. Wildmon discussed the PC media’s fervor over Dungy’s remark. In addition, Wildmon volunteered that having spent quite a bit of time in locker rooms as a sports reporter himself, he felt that surrounding Michael Sam with all that naked “beefcake” was unfair to the players (Insert cheap “illegal contact”, “holding” or “too many men on the field” penalty joke here). I’m reserving my opinion on anything else Wildmon wrote, and just taking some perverse thrill in his use of the term “beefcake” in discussing naked manly men.

As the keeper of my own blog, I’m entitled to give my two cents on this whole issue. The thought of a gay man being anywhere around the hallowed ground of America’s most prized gladiators is simply too much for many of us to wrap our narrow minds around. Clearly doing elaborate celebratory dances while wearing tight, colorful pants and eye make-up is no place for some kind of Nancy-boy. If openly homosexual men are able to infiltrate the league, it’s only a matter of time before the F in NFL will stand for “Flaming”. Players will start patting one another on the backside, displaying fancy footwork, wearing knee socks and gathering in “huddles” to talk about their plans.
Tony Dungy didn’t really elaborate on the risks of hiring a gay guy to do a straight man’s job. Had he done so, he might have pondered how on earth anyone could expect a homosexual to use a spin move on a tight end while trying to get his hands on the ball. In any case, the deed is done, and Sam is here to stay, at least for now. It’s only a matter of time before homosexual men start showing up in other sports like figure skating and drag racing. At least purists of heterosexuality in professional athletics can take comfort in the lack of any lesbians in women’s sports.
Darling…this is why I continue to do your barn chores and not complain. Much.
Your devotion to my idiotic ramblings brings a tear to my eye…or maybe it’s that aroma. No boots in the kitchen darling.
You really showed admirable restraint in the judicious use of available jokes on this topic. Just enough to be hysterical, without taking all the cheap shots – way to go.
Your pictures are…disturbing. The woman with the boobs – is that somebody’s wedding from Say Yes To the Dress? Or just a gratuitous boob shot because you like them?
I’m not really a boob man, though I have been accused of actually being a boob.
Hitler’s nipples are much smaller than I imagined.
You’d be surprised how few people even have a preconceived notion about Adolph’s nipple size.
Big helmets and shoulder pads……..and what is that saying “third and inches…..” Homo erotic glam fest or what!
The amount of of potentially homo-erotic football references available for my abuse in the post was staggering. I took the high road and did not make any mention of what a scatback might be into.
Scatback?
Eww right? It’s right up there with a lemon flavored Gatorade shower.
“Sports psychology experts will tell you that all it takes is one accused murderer, wife beater, dog fighter or date-rapist to disrupt the delicate balance of locker room morale.”
Hahahahaha I’m still laughing. Or crying. One of those.
Sports psychologists will tell you that it’s a fine line between laughing and crying, so feel free to do both.
I’d say you batted this one out of the park but I’m afraid of what you’d do with that phrase.
Thankfully, there are no pitcher or catcher references in football.
Love it!!! Here we go again. Remember the military? Don’t ask. Don’t tell….sheesh!
Thanks for bringing this to the party! Have fun clicking on links and meeting my friends!
LOL! Seriously, all I cared about with this situation was…Is he good enough as a football player to make it in the NFL and hopefully all this drama allows him to show up to work with a chip on his shoulder to prove just how hard a gay football player can hit. (And we all know he ain’t the only one in the NFL…he’s just the only one that’s openly ‘out.’)
Oh sports…(or just “sport” if it’s in the UK). When will they ever learn?
Ms. Snarky-Pants, I owe you big-time for sending this feast my way. (That is not a typo for beast.)
If I behave and send appropriately beastly comments, is there any chance i could borrow your two buddies for a fashion consult? My “Fred MacMurray meets Herman Munster” style is just not cutting it.
I’ll have my people call your people. Sounds like we have a situation.