Before I begin, I would like to thank my sister for posting a picture of me on her blog. If my sister's intent was to find the gayest picture possible of me at the age of eight years old, she managed. God bless her.
And while we are on the subject of homosexuality; last week former NBA scrub John Amaechi admitted to being gay and dating weight loss guru Richard Simmons. OK--I made the last part up. But the first part is true. There were some interesting responses around the league.
Current NBA scrub Steven Hunter worried about Amaechi leading a double life like those guys he sees on T.V., while current NBA owner/frat boy Mark Cuban thought the player would receive a large amount of endorsements. I have a lot of trouble understanding Cuban's thought process in light of the fact that the only big time professional athlete to admit she was gay, Martina Navratilova, essentially did not receive any endorsements due to the fact that she liked women (well, that and the fact that she, well, sort of looks like a man). In fact, the only endorsement I can think of that Navatrovia ever got was to promote a gay cruise company.
Which makes me angry as my thoughts immediately turn to one of the all time great comedies that was robbed of an Oscar nomination for best picture by those intellectual elitest snobs in Hollywood.