Hazing gays

On a Thursday night, around 2am, I was woken up by someone shoving a pillowcase over my head. “What the fuck!” I cried, more out of reflex than anything else. I knew what was happening. My hazing was upon me. “Grab his legs,” someone said. It sounded like Jeffy.

Some coaches and athletes think sexual assault builds bonds. Yet hazing is a scar on the face of American sports.