Who cares if temperatures soared like the cries from protesters? That wasn't going to stop some 12,000 atheletes representing 65 countries from kicking off and battling each other at Chicago's Gay Games. Tennis. Rowing. Lifting. Diving. With so much sweating and grunting, it's a shame this competition comes around only once every four years. And as for the protesters? Police reported no altercations or arrests.

The scene was peaceful and organized but not too intense (until the rowing started, certainly). It didn't look like the snippets you might see on TV from a gay pride parade.

Nobody in a diaper. Not a whole lot of flamboyance, period. The most conspicuous-looking folks were the fire and brimstone guys, who were dressed nicely but not for the beach. Them, and the cops – nobody from the Village People – but actual peace officers on duty.

Most everyone else left their costumes at home, if he or she had one to start with.

To realize that a "gay regatta" was occurring on Crystal Lake, the lake, you had to know it was gay going in.

Nothing appeared forced, or forced-upon, in any way. Just some folks rowing their boats for fun and for prizes. Being athletic. Being a teammate. Supporting each other. Being themselves. Having fun.

And to think: The gays can practice sport without wearing mascara and heels.

Gay Games no big deal, just another day at beach [Northwest Herald]
Games lift off with warm reception [Chicago Tribune]