Please read the following article with an open mind! Please!
Yes, I know, most of us here do not like football players, myself included as we all know.
But it IS true, that NOT ALL football players are bad people.
I'm not going to give percentages, I'll leave that up to Polite24, while hoping that he would please refrain from doing so.
Anyway . . . . .
Here is a tragic story of a young man who was forced into football by an overbearing father, and fearing that he would lose the love and respect of his father if he had chosen not to play football.
The sad truth is, that there are some football players who actually hate the sport they are participating in, and if they had it all to do over again, they would choose to do something else instead.
So, once again . . .
Please do read this story with an open mind, and try to imagine yourself in his situation.
Here is a web site link to the articla.
http://www.gaysports.com/page.cfm?Secti ... &parent=45
But I have decided to post it here as well.
Anyway . . .Being A Gay High School Football Player
By Coach Eric Gumby Anderson MA, MA, Ph.D. (cand.)
Note: this story is told through Coach Gumby, and originally appeared in the Orange County Blade in August of 1999. Also the photo is not a photo of the football player.
Photo Credit: Steve Jerome
Sam Tyson - A Model Who
I will give no name. I will give no school. I will not even write this myself. I am too closeted, too afraid. I am a high school football player. I am big. I am strong. And I am very good at what I do. If you follow the sport, you know me. Iâ??m also living proof that even football players are gay. I am living proof of how homophobic high school football truly is. It is these reasons I gave Coach Gumby permission to write my story, out of hope that just one other football player will somehow read it, and know that you are not alone. I am here too.
Iâ??ve always known I liked guys. And I never liked sports. But I had no choice. I have to like girls, and I have to love football. I was, as so many of my friends were, pushed into football by my father. A father who cared very much that his son grew to be powerful, strong, and straight. I had little choice in the matter. I have to play ball. I have to have women.
High school football is all about heterosexuality, manliness, and toughness; for a gay guy itâ??s a true hell on earth. The homophobia is appalling. My coaches try to motivate their players to hit harder, crunch more, or throw farther all by calling us fags. If they cop out early, they are surely criticized as being gay. My teammates use "fag" as a daily and repetitive insult. They call all the guys fags. But if they suspect one of them really is â?? it would surely mean physical brutality. I must therefore prove I am straight. I have to.
I have to date girls. Perhaps you donâ??t understand â?? I have to date. I need to date and worse yet, I need to exploit the details of my dates. I have to have sex with a girl. Itâ??s the highest point scorer in proving youâ??re not gay â?? even if you are. I used her, I told her I loved her, just to protect myself â?? to pass. I will have to do it again soon too.
Iâ??m in love with my best friend. Iâ??ve always loved my best friends. But I canâ??t tell him. Iâ??m attracted to my teammates. I avoid befriending the good-looking ones so that I wonâ??t slip up and show my true feelings. If I did, Iâ??d lose everything. My respect, my friends, and my parents' love.
I have to make fun of the other athletes, the runners, swimmers and wrestlers. I have to call them fags, or fear being called one myself. I have even resorted to verbal gay bashing. You donâ??t understand â?? I have to. Iâ??m a hypocrite, and I know it. I have to be.
I know of three gay people on the Internet. Iâ??m too afraid to meet more than that. Iâ??m too afraid to meet them in person. Iâ??m too afraid to give my real name or school. I never tell them Iâ??m a football player. I hide everything. I have to.
I have to play college ball. I have to hide my sexuality there too. If I donâ??t, I will surely lose my parentâ??s love, my parentâ??s respect, and my parentâ??s funding.
I lie on my bed and cry at night. I pray for an answer but there is none. Iâ??m gay. Iâ??m a football player. I have parents who are proud of me. I have friends. I have respect. I seem to have it all. But in reality, I have nothing. And I have no peace.
And you know what? In reality, I know I donâ??t really have to hide. Part of me revels in seeing the look on my dadâ??s face when I tell him that all along, his star son, the famed football player, is also gay. I look forward to meeting guys, having sex, and just being who nature intended me to be.
I seem to be able to take the hardest of hits, or the longest hell week. No doubt Iâ??m tough. Real tough. But inside, Iâ??m mush. Iâ??m scared and afraid. I have to be. Iâ??m gay and Iâ??m a football player.
I had received an E-mail from Earl linking me to the article.
When I read the article, I felt sympathy for this troubled young man. I literally broke down and cried while reading it.
Yes, I am a very passionate and emotional person. But than of course, you all know that.
Yeah! Tonight, I actually felt sympathy toward a football player.
I actually cried for a football player.
I know what it's like, to be called a "fag" in school because I didn't like sports. But, in my case I stubbornly chose not to be in sports, and had other plans for my life, which all came to naught.
But again, I was lucky to have had parents who did not force me into sports, but still, I was not so lucky because all the plans I had for my life didn't work out for me.
I have to wonder, what his life might have been like, if he had not been forced into football by his overbearing father.
What if he had been allowed to make his own choices as to a career that he really wanted?
Perhaps he might have become a doctor, or an attorney, or even a scientist. He obviously was no dummy. Or he might have become an artist or a musician. Who knows.
It's a tragedy, and a great loss of potential when one is forced to waste one's talent, and one's life, in an endeavor that one actually despises.
Now, if one likes sports, then fine!
But nobody should ever have to be forced into sports if one does not wish to have any part in it.
I truly feel for this gentleman.