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The Patriots Made a Man of Me, in a Manner of Speaking
NY Times ^ | 2.6.2005 | Brendan Tapley

Posted on 02/05/2005 3:57:34 PM PST by NYC GOP Chick

February 6, 2005
MODERN LOVE

The Patriots Made a Man of Me, in a Manner of Speaking

By BRENDAN TAPLEY

AS a gay man, I've spent my whole life trying to figure out how to talk "guy." That may sound strange - you may not think debating the merits of the latest plasma TV or sparring over the quickest highway directions are exactly conversational standards to aspire to. But I've always longed for the camaraderie that succeeding at guy talk confers. Whenever I've tried to bridge this language divide, I've only crashed and burned. (Lobbying to read my college roommates' tarot cards rather than attend a frat party did not go over well.) In attempting a male Esperanto, a hybrid between how straight men talk and how I talk - a Manglish if you will - I've only freaked guys out. And I had pretty much resigned myself to this communication impasse. I had, that is, until three years ago, when I made the fateful decision to begin watching the New England Patriots play football.

I hate to admit that it was because I liked the quarterback. More for his spirit than his face (even though his face could be on a Greek statue), but also for the team's anachronistic humility. The Patriots just seemed like good guys, the kind we sought to become as young athletes. I had never really followed football, always finding it to be something I was happy to resist as another bad metaphor for the male condition. But I was starting to become involved with things I had never experienced, including a relationship with a woman, and my heart and mind were open.

I know what you're thinking - a gay man with a straight woman? Isn't that a television show? And while I admit that certain episodes of "Will & Grace" have made us laugh in eerie recognition, my relationship with Lynn wasn't founded on comic lightness or spit-takes but forged on an anvil of deep emotional connection I hadn't been able to find with anyone else.

In short we rescued each other. She was in a lonely marriage, and I was broke, unemployed and just trying my best to get through each smog-filled Los Angeles day. A magazine editor, Lynn first lifted me out of my despair by giving me a series of writing assignments and then yanked me out of Los Angeles altogether by offering me a staff job in Boston. And that's when we started hanging out together - kickboxing class, long lunches out - and where she opened up about her marriage and I got reacquainted with the solace of human contact.

One day as I listened to her, a distant thought rumbled locomotively to the fore of my brain. "Are you waiting for someone's permission to leave your husband?"

Six months later, she and her husband decided to end their marriage, and she moved in with me.

I know, I know. You're still saying: but a gay man and a straight woman? C'mon.

But emotionally we were already entwined, and it proved not difficult at all to stretch into the physical. When it finally happened I was shaking, but this was more because I had never experienced that kind of love - with a man or a woman.

Ultimately Lynn and I didn't last as lovers, though she remains my closest friend. But in our years together I got to play the straight guy, and as such I started exploring aspects of masculinity I had long shunned. I embarked on a weight-lifting routine and returned to the kind of swimming I once had done competitively. My body went from the poverty-induced proportions that had inspired a couple to solicit me as a hooker on Hollywood Boulevard (I thought they wanted directions) to a build that was more rugged, more imposing. Maybe I also incorporated some bad-guy-like behavior - open scratching, audible burping, a more earthy sensibility - but that was just icing. Such transformations were more natural than they sound, which is why I didn't wonder at all when I began tuning in Sunday afternoons. Watching football was an aberrant manifestation of my already aberrant condition.

That's when a strange and unexpected thing happened. As a result of my more masculine disposition, men started liking me - straight men, I mean - and at last I was ushered into that foreign land of guydom whose borders had been long closed to me. In my second N.F.L. season, I showed up at family gatherings and found myself contributing quiet gems of football statistics, rumors and insider knowledge. I had signed up for the Patriots' Listserv by then and read all the hyperlinked articles, so I knew Tom Brady's quarterback rating (and also that if a "big guy" like him could highlight his hair, so could my cousin), and I knew the answer when somebody more alpha would frustratingly snap his fingers looking for the right player to prove his point. With these small displays, I suddenly found arms around my shoulders and myself in corners of rooms inside a familial huddle that included other men. I was becoming more fluent in their language, even though they had yet to speak mine.

Fast forward to the beginning of my third N.F.L. season, this one. I was over at Lynn's sister's house, where I still hung out now and then. Her brother-in-law and I were scraping paint outside - shirtless, I'll have you know. We were wearing lead-filtering biohazard masks and listening to heavy metal. But although I'd made strides in my acquisition of malespeak, he and I were not talking. I was enduring yet again that awkward man-with-man silence I so longed to break out of, when suddenly, from behind his mask, came a question. And not just any question. A football question: "You think the Patriots are ever going to solve their running game?"

I teetered on my ladder for a second. Did this guy - a construction worker and a rabid Pittsburgh Steelers fan, he of the numerous football magazine subscriptions and full N.F.L. cable package - really just ask me that?

"I think we did solve the running game," I said, swaggering down the ladder for a drink of water. "We got Corey Dillon, and he's going to be a 1,000-yard rusher, trust me. And I hear Brady worked on his arm all summer. They're not going to be the dink-and-dunk team they had to be last year. Plus, they're the defending champs."

"Yeah, yeah," came the Vaderesque voice from beneath the mask. He descended his own ladder, smirking at my obvious dig at his nonchamp Steelers. We were shiny from sweat and paint flecked, the evidence of some collaboration plainly visible. But what was not visible struck me even more. There was no typical male playing field here. The day's purpose - so essential to guy bonding - had come and gone, but still we remained, two men standing and talking.

The Metallica song faded out, and during the lull made by the idle guitar licks and silenced vocal rage, he said: "How's your novel anyway? I always mean to ask; it's just, with all this stuff I've been dealing with, well, you know."

"It's good. I mean, it's coming."

I had long finished the water in my mug, but I faked sips to stall for time and strategy as to what to say next. I had a feeling he was doing the same. We pointed our gazes in multiple directions: the ladybug on the boom box, one of their dogs in the shade, the tire swing that still held the rain from two days before.

"How about the baby?" I asked him. "How's that going?"

He shook his head and inhaled deeply. They'd been trying for a while, and the struggle hung over the house like some Greek curse. "I don't know. Do I really want to bring another life into this world?"

His question was less the luxuriant musing of an expectant parent than the sad weariness of a long-denied one.

I put down my mug and fixed on him. "Tell me why you want to be a father."

AND, much to my surprise, he did. He talked about the influence one individual can have on a child and how a parent's role must be to ensure that influence is humane. He mentioned the tough years he had experienced in school and explained what kind of education he envisioned for his son or daughter - a mind that was less trained than open and a spirit that overruled the cultural values he deplored today: ambition, selfishness and indifference.

"You know," he said, suddenly realizing he had been holding the floor for a while. "It's really nice to talk like this." Then he laughed. "It's not standard fare at the construction site."

I laughed back. He and I had traveled across our respective boundaries; we'd been both natives and tourists, and we'd found common ground at last.

These days, I have a passable Manglish - I seek out every opportunity to use it - but you can tell I still have an accent. This Christmas, when I received DVD's of the Patriots' previous Super Bowl seasons from Lynn's brother-in-law, I said I hoped there would be lots of interviews with the telegenic Mr. Brady. He just smiled.

Ah, well. With this Super Bowl, I like to think that between the nachos and flan, I'll be able to offer a couple more guys a place to be both a native and a tourist. A place to speak both languages. Somewhere that's the best of both worlds.

Brendan Tapley is a writer living in New Hampshire.


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1 posted on 02/05/2005 3:57:34 PM PST by NYC GOP Chick
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To: lavrenti; hellinahandcart; sauropod; cyborg; Clemenza; Oschisms; NYCVirago; Gabz; ...

Be happy that I only posted one picture!


2 posted on 02/05/2005 3:58:14 PM PST by NYC GOP Chick (www.Hillary-Watch.org)
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To: NYC GOP Chick

Errrr... pink triangle...hmmmm


3 posted on 02/05/2005 3:58:56 PM PST by cyborg
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To: NYC GOP Chick

"Bitchin" story. I'm all teary eyed. NOT. I always thought it was "Live free or die" not "Live gay and die"


4 posted on 02/05/2005 4:03:58 PM PST by pipecorp (I am, therefore, I think...so, what happens when I'm done thinking ?)
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To: NYC GOP Chick
Be happy that I only posted one picture!

I'm ecstatic.

5 posted on 02/05/2005 4:04:01 PM PST by Slings and Arrows (Am Yisrael Chai!)
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To: NYC GOP Chick

I actually think this article is kind of sweet. I too finally "got" football after three seasons of watching. So I guess that's what it takes.

Too bad it didn't work out for him with the girl. I hope the other couple have their baby.

LOL, this was like a football soap-opera.

GO PATS GO!


6 posted on 02/05/2005 4:04:21 PM PST by jocon307 (Vote George Washington for the #1 spot)
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To: NYC GOP Chick

Oh my!


7 posted on 02/05/2005 4:05:10 PM PST by Neets
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To: NYC GOP Chick

I just finished reading this, and I demand a refund on the 3 minutes of my life I just wasted :)


8 posted on 02/05/2005 4:08:16 PM PST by NeoCaveman (Route-82.blogspot.com - "I can't help it, there I go again")
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To: jocon307

Did I hear it right--that Tom Brady uses a man-purse? Oh sorry...I mean "European Hand-bag".

"The Patriots Made a Man of Me"

LOL...priceless.


9 posted on 02/05/2005 4:15:45 PM PST by sam_whiskey (Peace through Strength)
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To: NYC GOP Chick

Okay, this was just pukey.


10 posted on 02/05/2005 4:19:14 PM PST by ShadowDancer (Vivere est cogitare)
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To: NYC GOP Chick

Brendan just might swoon over a few of the Patriots' "Top Ten Things You Don't Want To Hear In A Huddle":

http://www.cbs.com/latenight/lateshow/#

(Tedy Bruschi is REALLY cute!)


11 posted on 02/05/2005 4:25:10 PM PST by LibFreeOrDie (A Freep a day keeps the liberals away.)
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To: NYC GOP Chick

The image says it's pregnant.
Now what?
And who'll deliver the .gif?


12 posted on 02/05/2005 4:25:30 PM PST by Darksheare ("Cast off your amazing human ruse and show them our mighty robot form!" - but I'm a ghost!)
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To: NYC GOP Chick

(insert Jeff Garcia or Kordell Stewart reference here)

}:-)4


13 posted on 02/05/2005 4:37:02 PM PST by Moose4 (http://www.livejournal.com/~moose4. Because the Internet was made for self-important wanking.)
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To: NYC GOP Chick
As a former player and coach...this article makes me shudder as much as a Debbie Stabenow picture.
14 posted on 02/05/2005 4:42:23 PM PST by Dan from Michigan (Republican Party Reptile)
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To: NYC GOP Chick
The Patriots Made a Man of Me, in a Manner of Speaking

Sounds like Lynn deserves some of the credit for that ;)

15 posted on 02/05/2005 4:58:01 PM PST by Tabi Katz
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To: NYC GOP Chick

Nice story. Thanks for sharing.


16 posted on 02/05/2005 5:07:30 PM PST by ORECON (Condi Rice/Ann Coulter - 2008)
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To: Dan from Michigan
I told you not to bring my name up in forums.




17 posted on 02/05/2005 5:15:04 PM PST by ThreePuttinDude (Plumbers for Bush....We flushed the Johns)
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To: NYC GOP Chick
We were shiny from sweat and paint flecked, the evidence of some collaboration plainly visible.

...this is the point where I expected the 'hot throbbing member' line to hit....

18 posted on 02/05/2005 5:43:44 PM PST by ErnBatavia (ErnBatavia, Boxer, Pelosi, Thomas...the ultimate nightmare Menage a Quatro)
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To: ThreePuttinDude

Thanks for posting that. Really. Just what I always wanted to see....


19 posted on 02/05/2005 5:43:50 PM PST by Dan from Michigan (Republican Party Reptile)
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To: Moose4; ORECON; ShadowDancer; Dan from Michigan; jocon307; NYC GOP Chick; Tabi Katz
Harry Carson didn't make the cut.

(Glum-faced Smiley.)

-good times, G.J.P.(Jr.)

20 posted on 02/05/2005 6:01:38 PM PST by Do not dub me shapka broham ("There is some sugar...It's harder in the case of fires. The tariffs are too high!")
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