I couldn’t throw a ball, was lost on a basketball court, and although math was one of my best subjects, I remained confounded by football (“1st and ten”?). straight guys.Īs a child, I ran from sports. Among the eye-opening outcomes of having a super-sporty son: friendships with an underrepresented demographic in my life. Then our son Lucas, now 7, turned out to be - as Jack calls him - “ all boy.” As a sports-averse gay man interested in books, Broadway, and the big screen, it’s been challenging to accept that my weekends now overflow with basketballs, baseball diamonds - and bros. And sure, I expected some athletics along the way. I’d heard all about diapers and sippy cups, playdates and sleepless nights. When my partner, Jack, and I decided to become fathers nine years ago, everyone told us to 'expect the unexpected.” I rolled my eyes. One night in late May, seven dads stood in a bar singing “Happy Birthday” to me.
