Once upon a time there was a queer, geeky kid who hated playing sports.
He was too short for basketball, plus he hated the cultural expectation that he should love and play the sport.
He was too lightweight for football, he didn’t have enough upper body strength for baseball, he found wrestling and gymnastics and swimming far too emotionally dangerous.
Additionally, even at the tender age of 13, he saw in his parents the germ, the possibility of becoming THOSE kind of sports parents. Adding pressures to exceed in a sport on top of the already barely endurable pressures for exemplary academic performance would have been disastrous.
So, p.e. was endured through elementary and junior high school, except for 7th grade when his p.e. teacher was a 20-something blond bodybuilder (think late 60’s Aquaman), and avoided in high school.
Fast forward 32 years.
I’ve been snowboarding for over 8 years, a recreational mountain biker for much longer, and while I still have no affinity for playing the aforementioned team sports (I’ll watch college football), I’ve developed a hankering for Rugby.
I don’t just want to watch, I want to play. A team sport.
And so, on this coming Tuesday, I’ll attend my first practice with the Boston Ironsides, a member of the International Gay Rugby Association and Board (IGRAB (yeah, i know)). I bought a practice ball (above left) & mouth guard & practice shoes yesterday. I still need to buy boots. I have more kit pieces arriving Monday or Tuesday.
Gods above and below, what have I become.