But I welcomed comments on this Smoky Backroom thread. I think its hilarious that "real men," defined as those that feel the need to tell me that my sport of choice is "gay," are so insecure of their manhood. Don't fret . . . maybe the man of the house will give you a foot massage and you'll feel better.
Wow...now that is what psychologists call "projection." Here, let me give you a little advice...go drink your Capri Sun, suck on a few orange slices, then sit in front of your life-sized poster of RonaldoAlexeiPele and ... well, you're (allegedly) a grown up, so you will know what to do.
Just make sure you have Kleenex nearby.