Jason Collins comes out of the closet. Suffice to say, I don’t fucking care. You see, sports are a way for those of us beaten down by life to escape crap like this. Have I ever wondered if players were gay? No, I haven’t. And now that you’ve made me think about it, I’m angry. Not because you are gay, but because I don’t fucking care. All I care about is the game. After that, whatever you do with your time is on you. I don’t read about your life after the game, nor would I want anyone to spend time writing or reporting on such things.

Sports, just talk about sports. Tell me that you need to go out there and make some plays, and give 110%. That’s about it. As a matter of fact, there really hasn’t been a new sports interview since the post game interview of 1910. If it were up to me, they would just end the telecast, cut to the news, and Bob’s your uncle. Most of these guys have enough trouble forming complete sentences as it is. Now for the next six months every player from every sport is going to put their two-cents in on this stupid hot-button topic. Great. What’s next, Korea? I can see it now, “How do you fell Pyongyang is handling the current tensions with South Korea, and do you think that last technical foul really hurt your team?”

Stop it, just stop it right now. There aren’t many things left in this world for us to cling onto anymore with zeal and happiness. Sports is a refuge from life. Please keep your life out of sports. If your gay, good for you. If your not, good for you. Either way, it has NO bearing on the game you play. And, if it does, then you should find the nearest exit.

If your bursting at the seams with gay, then quit the game. Go write a book or something. You are paid to dribble a basketball and throw it into a hoop. Almost everything outside of that should be keep where it was, outside of that.