The Man Show

By John Powers, LA Weekly. Posted June 6, 2002.

"There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about," wrote Oscar Wilde, "and that is not being talked about." You might try telling that to Mike Piazza, the New York Mets catcher and ex-Dodger who last week felt compelled to call a press conference to announce that he is -- hold on to your hats -- heterosexual.

The farce began when Mets manager Bobby Valentine told Details magazine that he thought professional baseball was probably ready for an openly gay player. This was taken to mean that Valentine was paving the way for one of his players to come out. Suddenly sports-talk shows were buzzing with speculations about who it might be. The leading candidates were Piazza and Roberto Alomar Jr., who are not only single but well-groomed (always a pink flag). The spotlight settled on Piazza when the New York Post's gossip columnist Neal Travis did a blind item about a rumored-to-be-gay Mets star who "spends a lot of time with pretty models in clubs." Piazza is known for doing exactly that, and while you might think such behavior proves he likes women, that only goes to show how naive you are. After all, who do models hang out with? That's right. Homosexuals.

Although the Piazza rumors made the Chandra Levy case look as weighty as 9/11, everyone felt the need to chime in, often in amusing ways. Even as business experts justified Piazza's press conference as an attempt to "protect his brand" -- he is, after all, a $100 million enterprise who can't afford to be thought gay -- the N.Y. Post was firing sportswriter Wallace Matthews for taking an anti-Travis column they'd killed and publishing it online. "I always knew the paper had no integrity," wrote Matthews on the SportsJournalists.com Web site. "Now we know it has no balls, either."

For all their clichéd machismo, Matthews' words did unwittingly point to the psychosexual truth underlying the whole Piazza foofaraw. In a real sense, this was a story about having balls -- in particular, our shifting ideas of what it means to be a man.

Nowhere was this more naked than on sports-talk radio, which spent last week in a state of barely suppressed hysteria. I've never heard so many nervous giggles and too-hearty guffaws. ESPN Radio's suave Dan Patrick broke for a commercial by saying, "Don't read Details magazine" -- a quip that had his flunkies rupturing themselves with laughter. Meanwhile, Fox Sports' late-night idiots couldn't stop sniggering about the very notion of gays in a locker room. They kept promising an interview with retired Royals pitcher Mark Gubicza that was going to fill us in on how ballplayers would hate having homosexuals around. But when "Gooby" finally came on, he said that he wouldn't care about a teammate's sexual life as long as he performed on the field.

He wasn't the only one. The Yankees' Mike Mussina said it's okay by him if players come out (sure, he went to Stanford, but still). Cubs pitcher Kerry Wood made a couple of cracks about how real men don't wear open-toed sandals, but when asked about having a gay teammate, he became matter-of-fact: "Statistically, there's one on every team." Far from being doused in homophobia, Piazza's press conference was a model of courteous tolerance. "I'm heterosexual," he said, then calmly added that there's nothing wrong or uncool about being gay. I don't want to make too much of such sensible statements -- today's internationalized players constantly slur one another's sexuality in many different tongues -- but judging from their comments, the athletes already know (or at least suspect) who around them is gay. And like it or not, they're forced to make some kind of peace with it. The real problem with having a gay teammate, several said, was that the media would never let it drop.

This I don't doubt, for the people who kept insisting that America couldn't handle an openly gay ballplayer were the sports journalists, from the print-world panelists on ESPN's Sunday-morning The Sports Reporters to radio's King of Smack Jim Rome, who sounded afraid of alienating his wiseass audience. It's ironic. Commentators are forever grousing that today's athletes are shallower than they used to be -- why can't Michael Jordan be another Muhammad Ali, why isn't Barry Bonds as socially aware as Arthur Ashe? -- but listening to Rome prove more resistant to change than some of his callers, I found myself longing for the late Howard Cosell. Instead of telling us that America isn't ready for gay ballplayers, that old egomaniac would be insisting that it should be. I can just hear him championing anyone with the courage to do for gays what was done for black Americans by "the great Jackie Roosevelt Robinson, of the erstwhile Brooklyn Dah-juzz."

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