Earlier this week, NBA center Jason Collins came out as the first active, publicly homosexual athlete in America's four major sports. This is apparently a big deal because it's on the cover of Sports Illustrated and a leading story on major news networks.
Not that the opinion of a random blogger means anything to Collins, but good for him. As a football coach, I have been part of some very homophobic staffs and discussions, and I have heard some nasty, disparaging remarks about some people's sexual orientations. As a member of choirs and performing groups since I was a kid, I have befriended, traveled with, and shared rooms with too many gay men to count. Some of them have even hit on me, only to have their hearts broken because I'm, like, seriously God's gift to the human race.
In the end, who really cares? I don't care if my straight neighbors are tying each other up, whipping each other, and having threesomes with Carrot Top. I don't care if my single neighbor is a virgin and has never seen a female nipple in his life; if that is indeed the case, I would enthusiastically suggest that he start watching Game of Thrones but his poor taste in television shows isn't really my business, either.
I hope Collins finds support among his peers and NBA fans.