It’s that time of year again, my friends.
That’s right…it’s the superbowl.
To me, this game represents a perfect example of irony that always seems to be bypassed by the thousands of spectators.
Football is a typically a sport for ‘straight’ men, it would be ridiculous to assert otherwise. Those who watch or participate are for some reason held in a higher esteem and deemed more ‘manly’ for their love of the game, likening back to an era where men relaxed in their recliners and their wives served them beer and munchies.
Consider a google image search of the word ‘football.’ The first few items are, of course, graphics and images of physical footballs. However, the next image that pops up is this:
This is the epitome of my point. There could be nothing more pleasing to a heterosexual male than an image like this one. Two beautiful women swapping saliva, bedecked with football helmets and protective gear atop flimsy lingerie. This is not an image geared toward today’s gay man.
The rest of the results of the search follow a similar pattern. Footballs, football fields, and scantily clad women either imitating the sport or cheering on the sidelines. The only way that this makes any sense is to observe the audience. Who enjoys football? The answer is those manly men, who also coincidentally enjoy women in little to no clothing.
That, however, is not the irony of the Superbowl.
The irony of the game comes when you realize that these men crowd around their television sets every single year to watch the same thing that the gay men who are seemingly banned from the sport enjoy quite a bit. These ‘straight guys’ watch and cheer as men, specially clad in surprisingly tight pants, leap on top of each other in order to touch another man’s ball.
Wait…that’s NOT gay?
Just thought I’d point that out.