Sports are in my blood. Growing up I was a competitive swimmer. Up at 5 am, swim practice and cross training before school. Then back to the pool after school and weight training to boot. I know about discipline, I know about competition and I know about the spirit of athletics.
So, it came as no surprise to me (ok, it came as a little bit of a surprise since I’ve never followed soccer/football before) when I got all caught up in the World Cup.
I love the idea of whole countries going head to head. I love the enthusiasm of the crowds cheering. I love the passion on the players faces. But most of all I love spotting those gay moments.
One of my favorites has to be all the ass slapping, hugging and kissing!

These are guys so caught up in the moment, it’s pure love and comradery. A real bromance.
Then of course there is what I like to call the Crotch Grab Kick. The guys line up (I assume they aren’t wearing cups) and protect themselves from the potential impact of a flying ball. Hot!

All of my perversions aside, I love sport! I love how it brings countries together in friendly competition. So much more civilized than war!


















