Frankly, I never understood sports homophobia — events involving large numbers of incredibly buff young men in tight clothing, running around a court or field, jumping, chasing, and tackling each other, is about as homo-erotic as anything not X-rated. (Although, I count myself among the many women who watch sports, not out of devotion to the team or interest in the intricacies of scoring and strategies, but because we also enjoy watching incredibly buff young men in tight clothing!) While I don’t expect most teams to dump end-zone prayers for group performances of YMCA, it sure does seem like the overall climate has changed. Sure, a few neanderthals are sputtering about the horrors of gay rights (“what’s next, people marrying their horses?”), but it’s hard to dispute the fact that public opinion is shifting. Who knows whether it’s because of Will & Grace, or because Idaho and New England haven’t suddenly gone berserk (no pet marriages yet!), but I for one am thrilled. (I am a card-carrying Jewish mother, so naturally I’m still hoping that one of my sons turns out gay, so he’ll never replace me with another woman and I’ll have a shopping pal.)
So here’s a new “fight song,” in honor of the welcome changes within the sports community:
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Inspired
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Smart
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Tickled
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Hungry
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Empathetic
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Smash!












I think there would be such a shift in society if homophobia in sports would disappear (or be well hidden). It has such an influence.