Watching Drag Race Live

I'm not a sports person. I can count on one finger how many professional games I've attended. I don't gather with friends at their homes or a bar to watch athletes do whatever they're overly paid to do. However, I do understand the delight of watching things with a crowd of fans, a group of like-minded people who will cheer and boo at the same things you cheer and boo at. That's why I watch RuPaul's Drag Race live.

On the recommendation of my lovely friend Jenn, we traipse into the Village every Monday, get a RuPaul themed cocktail, and settle back and watch our queens shine. We cheer, we cry, we shout in utter disbelief, and we have an amazing time. The show is meant to be watched in a group. There is so much high drama, so much going on that if you miss one second, you want to be able to turn to your fellow viewers and ask... did that really just happen?

It's one of the things I look forward to all week. At each commercial break, two drag queens talk about what's just happened with the crowd, we all shout who we think should leave the competition, and we all freak out when the rules change on a dime. It's fun, it's crazy, it's drag, and this is my sports, honey.