I went to see the Asheville Tourists play tonight and I met up with a friend of mine who is so utterly homophobic that he canceled a date with me a few years ago to see Bridget Jones Diaries — mainly because some other folks bailed out and he thought it looked suspicious. I’m not saying that isn’t a little gay sounding — two heterosexual men going to see a chick flick — but I don’t worry about such nonsense usually. However, I’m still upset that I didn’t get to see Bridget Jones until this year. Where was I going with this? Sorry, I got all hot about Renee for a second and I was having some latent homosexual desires while reminiscing about the canceled date with my friend. I thought it would have been awesome if the A’ville Tourists cranked up Gay Bar instead of YMCA at the game tonight, so my friend could get all uncomfortable, like he does. Look, Asheville is a pretty liberal city, but I bet that would have sent some old folks home in the 4th inning.
Seriously though, doesn’t that make you want to get out of your seats more than the Village People?