madness

i'm sorry, but i cannot take it any more. i'm all for people expressing the affections in the privacy of their own homes, but you don't have to flaunt it in public where unsuspecting people are exposed to your depraved behavior. it's just sick and disgusting and does not belong in public.

i'm talking about, of course, basketball.

now, i suppose i fit the stereotype of the gay man who can't throw a ball (but i'm very good with a racket and shuttlecock). and while i enjoy tennis and volleyball and some other sports, i've never been that into the big three.

which is fine, except when the whole world goes gaga for the finals and everywhere you look, there's a tv devoting all day and night to b-ball and everyone is talking about who's gonna make it to the final four. i've had to endure it at the office, on the subway, in restaurants and bars--i mean, they were playing basketball on the tvs at the abbey last night. there is no escaping it.

i know i'm being a bit whiny about the whole thing, but it's not like i force my officemates to discuss ad nauseum the broadway season or the cross-cultural time experiences of the japanese versus the french.