So I stumbled upon this messy Du Plessis rumor while scrolling TikTok, right? People kept whispering about his personal life like it’s their damn business. Got me curious but also pissed off at all the baseless gossip. Figured I’d dig deeper myself instead of swallowing whatever crap the internet feeds me.
Where I Started
First thing I did was hit Twitter straight after breakfast. Typed “#FafDuPlessis gay rumors” like a detective on cheap coffee. Scrolled through piles of tweets – most were just recycled jokes or folks fighting in comments. Zero receipts. Just keyboard warriors flapping their gums. Total waste of 20 minutes.
Then I banged on Instagram’s door. Checked his official page – nada. Just cricket shots and family vacation pics with his wife. Dived into fan accounts next. Found one shady page posting blurry paparazzi shots with big red text screaming “PROOF?” Actual proof? Zilch. Just clickbait trash.
Turning Point
Got smart and switched to actual news sites. Google News was my next stop. Filtered for recent articles about Faf. Sorted through sports columns like a madman – all talking about his damn batting average. Annoying as hell. Finally dug up one South African interview from 2019 where he said:
- “My marriage is sacred, stop spreading lies”
- “These rumors hurt real people”
- “I won’t entertain this nonsense again”
Boom. There it was – the man shut it down himself ages ago. But guess what? Nobody clicks on old denials. Drama sells better.
My Final Move
Grabbed my phone and called a buddy who covers cricket for local radio. Straight up asked: “You ever hear concrete proof about Faf?” He laughed his ass off. “Bro, players joke about that crap in locker rooms all week. If it was true, someone would’ve drunkenly spilled by now.” His words, not mine.
Checked official records next. Marriage license? Still valid. Kid’s birth certificates? All under his and wife’s names. Court cases? None about privacy lawsuits – he would’ve sued if someone crossed the line with proof.
Cold Truth
After burning three hours like an idiot? Here’s the raw deal: Nobody knows but Faf himself. And he ain’t talking. Media keeps resurrecting this crap for clicks every offseason. Fans eat it up like starving pigeons. My take? Unless you’re his damn therapist, leave the man’s bedroom alone. Focus on his cover drives instead of his private life.
And hey – if you still believe rumors without receipts? I got a bridge in Brooklyn to sell you. Cheap.
