Today is Super Bowl Sunday here in the US, I have to admit that I only found out about it this morning.

Kip and I are off to some mates of his to watch the game which should be fun.

Now correct me if I’m wrong that NFL/American football seems kinda gay, there is lots of lycra and those tight pants are very very tight.  Saying that, I believe there has only ever been 1, yes one, openly gay player and he didn’t last long.  I’ve got a feeling there are at least a couple of gay guys playing in the NFL and I’d even go as far to guess that there are some gay guys playing in today’s Super Bowl.

I don’t really have a team to barrack for but I think that Tom Brady seems like a bit of a douche (that is an American word I’ve added to my vocabulary) so I’m going to be going for the Falcons.  In that spirit I am wear my red Arena speedos under my jeans…. you just never know what we might get up to.

I know, I know, I haven’t been posting much.  I’ve been super busy and if you are a ‘member’ or SwimmerBoyz.com or the blog, you will know that I’m still working my tail off.  I’m sure you can understand that when I’m short on time, I have to prioritize members before posting public stuff.

I have been meaning to tell you guys about the weekend which turned into a complete write off with the two football Grand Finals.  Saturday afternoon was the most fun at Alex’s place.  Like I said in my last blog post, Aussie guys aren’t afraid to wear speedos and Saturday afternoon was another example of that attitude.  Most than half the guys Alex had over ,were wearing super short, old, footy shorts.  Some of them had holes in them, most of them were a little too small and pretty much everyone was wearing speedos under them.

At half time we played some BYC (Back Yard Cricket) and it was a great afternoon!!!

Alex’s boyfriend (I call him his boyfriend) was there and he was cool.  Although, this str8 couple that gave me a ride home commented “Alex’s mate seems pretty gay.”  Nobody cares but I thought that was funny hearing that sitting in the back seat.

Nothing naughty to report but tomorrow (Friday), I will have something naughty to report.  Mums the word.