Within the Chad fraternity, latent-homosexuality abounds. There is a great deal of athleticism involved in Chad downtime. With that comes sweating, rubbing, grabbing, and the inevitable ass-slapping for a goal or point well-scored. And with all the drinking (and difficulty in consistently nailing Stacy), the pent up sexual tension inevitably spills over into much-regretted man on man love. But to make the connection between Chads and gay men is most-certainly a greater slight to homosexuals than to Chads. Here’s a fun game: next time you find yourself talking to a Chad, tell him about the Kinsey scale. But be sure to watch his eyes carefully! If they avert your gaze or seem to look off into the distance, you have a Chad who has most certainly embraced the love that dare not speak its name.