13 September 2005
... a kind of camp Nirvana, or God loves Flags.
...he twirled more effusively and pirouetted more extravagantly than anyone else. He flung himself en arrière and en avant, he pirouetted under the posts and jeté -ed across the fifty yard line. He was terrific. Some people in the crowd got a little wound up, apparently annoyed that a gender boundary might be in danger of subversion on the very altar of American masculinity’s defining ritual. ...
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