Welsh Rugby Union, eh? A sport leading the way in its acceptance of openly gay participants. Who'd have thought it?
The biggest event, of course, was the coming out of Gareth Thomas, former Wales captain, record Wales try scorer and all-round Valleys legend. But now we have what seems something of a setback.
Jonathan Thomas, playing at lock for Wales on Saturday, tweets something suggestive about another recently-out participant in Welsh and international rugby, referee Nigel Owens. His comment has been deleted, but he made reference to a fellow player's fatigue and aches being down to the sexual prowess of Mr Owens.
He was made to apologise by the Welsh Rugby Union and was condemned as homophobic by that even higher authority, Peter Tatchell. But this is very much a game of two halves.
Owens protested that this was merely a bit of teasing banter between friends - he and the two players are good mates apparently - and in no way should be seen as homophobic. This view appears to have been shared unanimously by commenters on one of a number of gay sites that have been discussing the story: it's the sort of talk that often goes on between straight and gay friends.
And isn't it always a sign that the heat's gone out of an issue if you can joke about it, everyone joining in to have a good laugh? It seems to put the issue outside of the group, the laughter confirming that friendship comes before any differences. Given that most (all?) conversations that happen in rugby dressing rooms revolve around banter, wind-ups and piss-taking it's probably the ultimate sign of acceptance that gayness becomes just another source of wise-cracks.
I remember at university in the early '90s the FA and the German football association cancelled a Germany-England friendly as the date the teams were due to play happened to be Hitler's birthday. The German and British students felt so incensed that that tyrannical corpse could still spoil people's fun that we played our own match instead.
All the old jokes came into play: the Italian student changing sides at half time; Americans not being allowed on until the game was well underway; it all ending in penalties (which, of course, the Germans won); and so on. Lots of much sicker jokes were also made but a fine time was had by all. Why? Because we were friends and our nationalities only mattered to the extent that they pointed up amusing differences or an opportunity to be tasteless.
Attitude is in the post? It's the least he could do (in fact, I hope someone sets up a Facebook group).