An early contender for the most overblown Twitterstorm of 2019 arrived last week when an Australian cricketer described his housemate as “boyfriend”.
Cue several thousand column inches from anyone who’s ever played sport and/or had sex with a human on how this linguistic ambiguity (and subsequent revision) tells us “where we are as a society”, or somefink similarly important to the human condition.
Former internationals Brett Lee, Shaun Tait and Isa Guha were among those to express their support for Faulkner on social media. Faulkner, however, was also criticised for making light of a serious issue in the gay community.
Quite what the “serious issue” is “in the gay community”, we’re left wondering. Does anyone really believe that, in 2019 Australia, a top level sportsperson would face any significant inhibitors to the progression of their career?
Let me repeat that in a different way; do you think that a gay soccer player (but I repeat myself), cricketer, rugby or AFL player with the requisite talent to make it to the top level would face any relative slowing of their career?
Even a traditionally “macho” sport like Rugby Union is currently undergoing a disciplinary process against its star player that will deliberately hamstring its chances of a good World Cup performance this year….. because he posted comments on social media that were deemed offensive by homosexuals.
If there’s a “serious issue“, we’re struggling to see it.
Blackwell, a World Cup and World T20 winner and current Cricket NSW board member who married her wife in England in 2015, said Faulkner’s post would be in “very poor taste” if made as a “joke to deliberately mislead and make light of same-sex relationships”.
“If the post wasn’t intended as a joke I think it shows how easily a person can mislead by their comments on social media,” Blackwell said.
“The response to this perceived coming out of a male role model in sport was overwhelmingly positive.
….which seems to be a word salad that can be summarised as “I’ve no idea whether he is gay or not but you phoned me and asked for a comment because I am“.
Who seriously gives a fuck about who sportsmen and women do or don’t fuck?
You get paid to hit a small red ball with a piece of wood. And no, that isn’t a euphemism.
Just shut up and play the dam game;
There’s a breathless hush in the Close to-night—
Ten to make and the match to win—
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it’s not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season’s fame,
But his captain’s hand on his shoulder smote
‘Play up! play up! and play the game! ‘