There was a rumor going around a Southern Professional Hockey League locker room at the end of last season: one of the refs was gay. Then it became, that particular ref is gay. Had this happened four years ago, I would have been crying in a corner hyperventilating.
Not because somebody knew I was gay but because I would have had to deal with the fact that I actually was gay. When the word got around to me, I didn’t care. More surprisingly, neither did the players. In fact, I didn’t even know until I bumped into a few players after the season. We were all talking and it came up. I asked out of sheer curiosity if the whole team knew. Most of them did and no one really cared.