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Randy Boyd’s latest novel, Bridge
Across the Ocean, about a friendship between a black gay man and
two straight white teenage brothers, has been called “important”
by XY Magazine, “powerful” by the Lambda Book Report,
and “distasteful” by the New York Blade. Judge for
yourself, and check out the controversy at www.westbeachbooks.com
You can also e-mail Randy.
No
Fun Leagues and Gay Hoop Dreamin' By Randy
Boyd
Baltimore-New
York? Well, that should be exciting. When was the last time
Baltimore vs. New York in anything was worth national hype and an
all-day partyfest? Survivor Outback should sue CBS for the
weak warm-up act. And what a slap in the face of Cleveland that the real
Browns finally got past their conference championship jinx and made
it to a Super Bowl as Art Modell’s Ravens.
Talk about No Fun League.
But that’s what you get with a
watered-down NFL that spreads talent too thin through free agency,
salary caps and too many teams. Not to mention scheduling policies
that turn basement teams into frontrunners within the span of twelve
months.
American sports thrive on dynasties,
on teams you either love or hate, no ambiguity allowed. Ratings
prove time and again that people would much rather watch the Chicago
unbeata-Bulls, America’s Team Cowboys or Those Damn Yankees over
the Cincinnati Reds, Atlanta Hawks and Tampa Bays of the world
(Tampa Bay Anything).
Which is why both the NBA and the
Lakers (basketball segue) are in such dire straits right now (and
why the NBA rigged last year’s finals to go against Indiana).
On one hand, the bickering, hair-pulling
and secret hand signals of the LA Flakers is good soap opera for the
league. Not since Dennis Rodman’s groin-kicking heyday has there
been this much fodder for Leno (and let’s face it: since the
demise of the Taco Bell Chihuahua, Jay is the pulse of
America’s young, testosterone-driven male).
On the other hand, if All Phil
Jackson’s Children don’t quit it already with the Days of Our
Lives-type plots (Jerry Buss=Stefano???), the first NBA dynasty
of the new millennium might crumble faster than the resolve of a Temptation
Island contestant.
If that happens, watch for the
NBA’s ratings and attendance to continue to plummet and don’t be
surprise if Commish Stern scrapes off some DNA from underneath
Jordan’s fingernails and takes it to one of those sheep cloning
labs.
Personally, we here at Ballin’
HQ are enjoying the Lakers’ War of Egos and mounting L’s, but if
anyone can make the sandbox shenanigans work to their advantage for
another title, it’s Dr. Jackson (with a little help from the NBA
front office, of course).
Gay Hoop Dreamin’
MLK weekend brought together
homosexual ballers (and at least one gay-friendly hoop hottie) from
all over the country for the inaugural Hillcrest Classic in San
Diego (Hillcrest=West Hollywood for the uninitiated). Teams came
from as far away as New York, DC, Atlanta and Chicago (along with
the usual suspects from SF, LA and Long Beach). Players were black,
white, brown and yellow (and not just yellow bruthas!). Age range:
early 20s to late 30s mostly.
How did they ball? How did they act?
(You know you want to know that, too.)
Ballin’ had a courtside view
and put it this way: the average male sports fan could have walked
into any one of the three gyms the tourney was played in over the
weekend, seen a bunch of guys balling, and wouldn’t have had one
clue that many of the weekend jocks on the court were also on the
International Male catalogue mailing list, that some of the players
chilling on the sidelines between games were frequent flyers on
cruisingforsex.com, that half the guys in the gym had seen the
musical Rent half a dozen times (and know the show’s
lyrics), that more than one tourney participant sets their VCRs for
both Will and Grace AND Queer As Folk, that—OK, OK,
I’ll stop …
But seriously, for every fag-baiting,
narrow-minded-stereotyping, George-W.-Bush voting, Florida-ballot
hiding, no-gays-in-the-military-supporting, bible-thumping
“American” out there, this is one more aspect of “the
lifestyle” that they need to feast their eyes on: bald-headed
bruthas taking it baseline and dunking, Latino boys dribbling
between their legs, white guys who can jump and shoot the
trey. Gay guys who know about and play sports. And play well enough
to hold their own in any non-NBA civilian’s dude league in this
country.
But how can we expect straight
America to know about Gay Men Who Ball if most gays don’t? Who
outside the players, their boyfriends and a few loyal athletic
supporters know about the many gay hoop leagues and tourneys across
the USA? When’s the last time you read about gay ball in your
local gay rag? (When’s the last time you ran across a porno video
review, dance music column or mainstream Hollywood movie review in
that same rag?)
“But what can I do about it?” you
might be saying right about now.
Visit San
Diego Hoops online, where they’ll be putting up
tourney pics and results.
E-mail your local gay rag and tell
them you want more articles about non-circuit boy gay life and give
them some examples of topics that interest you.
Visit www.gaybasketball.com
to learn about the leagues and tournaments near you and check
them out!!! In SD for the tourney, there was a guy on one of the
San Francisco teams …Neder was his last name? …a hard, muscled
body you could watch shooting J’s all day (the nights would be a
different story) … and for those who like theirs dipped in
chocolate, Larry of San Diego has on-the-court moves like MJ, off
the court personality like Magic and looks like the cute young,
multi-talented black man he is. And there were many more men who had
both looks and skillz.
So what are you waiting for? Get the
word out.
HOOP HOTTIES OF THE
WEEK
They’re all in San Diego, or at
least they were for the Hillcrest Classic. Check them out at San
Diego Hoops online.
NOTE: Final results of the tourney
were not available at press time. Visit San
Diego Hoops online for stats and results.
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