I am writing this from my hotel bed just before my second state cup game. State cup is a statewide tournament or the top twenty or so teams. Each team plays three games in their bracket and the winner of each bracket returns to Columbus next weeks for finals. My team is on our second game. We lost our first game 3-1 to an RPL team (region premier league) that we clearly outplayed. But that’s in the past. We have two more chances to put work in and prove ourselves. This isn’t what I want to talk about though. Soccer is interesting, but it’s most interesting played on a field. I want to talk about the 66 hours I’m spending with my teammates off the field.
I’m out to the teammates who I hang out with regularly and who I played high school soccer with. The others, I’ve got no idea. It’s strange sitting in a hotel room with ten other rowdy teenage guys watching the UEFA finals with a guy’s crotch right up near my head (he was sitting on a bar stool next to me and I was sitting in an arm chair.) I enjoy the time I spend with my team and I love pretty much every player on the team, but there’s still that aura of too much testosterone that hangs in the air and reminds me I’m out of place, especially when everyone starts talking about tits.
Anyway, here’s a taste of my weekend. I’d like to shout it to Rick Welts, Pheonix Suns owner, for having the courage to set an example for the rest of the sports world and the gay world. It’s not everyday someone in such an integral sports position makes a stance like that. I applaud you, sir. I feel more comfortable around my teammates knowing that’s the sports world and the gay world don’t have to be mutually exclusive.