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(Brotherly) Love and Basketball

I watched the Kansas game tonight and cried actual tears of joy. My tears were not shed because it was such an amazingly good game (which it was), or because the Jayhawks came through like champs (I did want them to win, but only because my roommate had money on the game). I cried because I was overwhelmed by the sheer wonderfulness of the players hugging each other and the intensity of the emotions in college ball. Now, I don’t consider myself to be an overly sentimental person. Movies don’t often make me cry (although Dead Man Walking had me hysterically sobbing—maybe it was just a bad day), and human interest stories don’t usually affect me deeply enough to generate tears. Nevertheless, I do tend to cry when male athletes hug. There is something so powerful about ballplayers helping their opponents stand up or embracing after a big shot. I honestly believe it brings out everything good in humanity. Love of the game is just the beginning. These players love each other. And if our society is at a stage where heterosexual men only feel comfortable showing their love on the court, so be it. We’ll take things one step at a time. All I know is that the ball court (or field) is one place where men don’t have to smack each other on the back and say, “I’m huggin’ ya, but I’m hittin’ ya.” No side hugs or impersonal fisted thumps here. Just full frontal hugging with no apologies. Beautiful, adorable, sweet, inspiring...and definitely not "gay."
posted by Bekah at 9:26 PM :: |