I could have titled this one “The kiss seen ’round the world.” Of course you already know what this is all about.
Shortly after learning of his selection by phone, a visibly emotionalSam turned to his boyfriend and kissed him.
“I’m sorry but that Michael Sam is no bueno for doing that on national tv,” former Super Bowl champion Derrick Ward tweeted.
“Man U got little kids lookin at the draft. I can’t believe ESPN even allowed that to happen,” he added.
This would not have made much of a stir, even ten years ago, if this had been the latest comedy show star, let alone the New York Ballet’s latest draft pick. But guys, this is the NFL. This is where big tough guys suit up Sundays and do mighty battle to the death on live TV. These are men who chug a brewski and crush the empty on their foreheads. They eat nails for breakfast. This is America’s team.
The reaction from some quarters was predictable. Here’s more:
Miami Dolphins safety Don Jones also expressed his disapproval,tweeting “horrible” and “OMG” after the kiss was aired. He has since deleted those comments.
Sadly, there has been reaction from both sides:
Ward, who played for the New York Giants and the Houston Texans,said he has received death threats against him and his children after the comments.
People, there are some of you who need to crawl back under your rock.
The NFL is a business enterprise, and it is taking steps to protect the profit line:
But the Dolphins responded quickly, ordering Jones to pay an undisclosed fine and barring him from team activities until he finishes “training for his recent comments made on social media.”
I have an egg time, and I am counting the minutes until there is reaction from my conservative friends about this trammeling of free speech rights
In the few moments I’m waiting for that shoe to drop, I am contemplating the next move. The next kiss, if you will.
Yes, readers, there is still NASCAR. Yes, NASCAR, that bastion of American conservatism. NASCAR, where a black and liberal president dare not step. Where he can count on the fingers of one hand his (secret) votes from the grandstands.
Wait! I’m not finished. Here it comes: the NRA. All the way, NRA. Of course, the NRA is not a team sport getting its revenues from ticket sales and a TV audience. Still, I relish the first big NRA kiss. What a story that will make. Can you imagine, “You can have my AK-47 when you pry it from my cold faggoty fingers.”
Ah, it’s a lovely sight to see, this dark, ugly side of American conservatism. But then I’ve seen this dark side before. I’ve seen it when black players could not play national league baseball. It was gladdening to watch, over the decades, American conservatism got over this particular bugaboo. And may we all say, “Thank God.” Where would baseball be today without black players, much less the AFL. The NBA with only white players? People would be watching Bowling for Dollars.
Play it, Sam:
You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by.
And when two lovers woo
They still say, “I love you.”
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by.
My egg timer didn’t get a chance to run out. Even before I finished this Joe for America beat me to the punch. Of course I knew he would. It’s not the darkest that could have been posted by JFA, but it does fulfill my expectations:
Let’s just cut to the chase. We’ve all read this script before.
If you do anything less than fall to your knees weeping tears of jubilation that a man who is sexually attracted to men was picked to play a game for a living — you’re a homophobe.
It doesn’t really matter why you aren’t joining in the celebration, or why you aren’t using words like ‘historic’ and ‘revolutionary’ to describe a scenario where a homosexual fellow plays a sport with some other fellows, and is paid handsomely and applauded loudly for doing so.
It doesn’t matter what reasoning you provide, or what sort of logic you employ, when attempting to explain why Michael Sam’s likeness shouldn’t necessarily be etched into Mount Rushmore just because he took it upon himself to alert the media of his sexual habits a few months before being selected in the 7th round of the NFL Draft.
It doesn’t matter what you say when trying to articulate why the President of the United States of America probably doesn’t need to release an official White House statement to congratulate someone for being gay and athletic.