I’m so gay for the Olympics

 

Ok, here is the deal.  It has come to my attention that there is not a fine line between gay and straight.  It’s more of a gray area.  I found myself in that gray area last night……  Please let me explain.

So I’m at home right.  Sitting on my couch, drinking my drink of choice, the only one with a P.H.D, and I’m watching some women’s Olympic swimming finals.  That’s straight right?  A bunch of women swimming.  That can be hot, and it’s live TV so anything can happen.  And, like normal, I found myself hoping that the “gifted” swimmer from Australia would have a Janet Jackson moment as she is jumping into the water.  But god must be deaf because her swimsuit stayed firmly, and unfortunately, in place.  As the clock neared midnight Bob Costas changed the coverage from women’s swimming over to men’s gymnastics finals, and before I knew it I was watching men jump around on the floor with pointed toes. 

I wish I could say at that point I changed the channel to watch something exploding or Chuck Norris kicking someones ass, but no.  Instead I was trying to talk as if I knew something about Pommel Horse.  “Look at the athleticism there”,  “Man, it is so hard to hold that position”… I wish I could say I didn’t say any of those things… I wish I could say that. 

Because of these types of experiences, and that one other one in college, I have come to an obvious conclusion.  Straight people can do gay things.  I’m sure that some gay people watch Lumber Jack sports (insert gay joke here) on the Outdoor Network, and I’ve been know to enjoy a episode or two of So You Think You Can Dance… and berfore you laugh at me, those chicks are hot.  Enough said. 

 

Awesome out (insert gay joke)