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Hot, burly gay men. Polo shirts. Sweat. Bodies colliding...

Polo shirts. Rugby shirts...

My obsession of the moment (and I do mean moment, as I have just been stuck on this idea for about thirty minutes) is gay mens rugby.

Oh, yes. For the uninitiated, there is such a thing. And, apparently, it's big in Boston. There's a real team, the Ironsides, and its all gay guys. And they play for real. This totally rocks. And, apparently, there's a whole gay sports community in town (PrideSports Boston). Who knew such things existed?

The city is a place of wonder and magic, and I am a wide-eyed country mouse.

Anyway, I was "recruited" for the team on one of my visits to "Boys Town" in Boston last February. Well, let's just say some of the guys were there, and they talked to me, and were disappointed I didn't live in town. (I was so flattered that I carried around their business card for about nine months until I finally took it out of my wallet not long ago.) And I suddenly realized, today, that I could be living in this magical, wonderful, gay-jock city this year!!

So I visited their website today. It's filled with pictures of cute men, camaraderie, acceptance, and open-mindedness. (They even start their season with a pub crawl! I love pub crawls!) Here's an excerpt of their mission statement:

A Diverse and Committed Group of Men
The men who make up Boston Ironsides come from wildly varying backgrounds both on the field and off. We have players just out of college, and players who have lived half of their lives since college. Some of our members have been playing Rugby for years, while others have only just started. We celebrate the differences that make us strong as a team, and look forward to continuing to add new diversity to our ranks.

I'm sold. When, and if, I move to Boston, I can join the Ironsides. And I can get a whiffle. And I can be a jock.

Of course, these things will never happen. But it's a nice thought, eh? Me on a rugby team, even a gay rugby team? It'd probably be worse that episode of Friends where Ross plays the game to impress his British girlfriend. The fact that I am resorting to Friends references in a post about a manly sport shows you my potential. I may have "the build" for it, I may be fairly masculine, but do I really have the demeanor? At least I'm open to the idea. Look at me. Mr. Open-To-New-Things.

Ok. Maybe I can just be a groupie. Mmm... groupie...