Out And About

Out And About

I've Played in HOT Houston, But I’ve never been to me

(Charlene)

May 24th - May 25th

Hey laddy, you laddy, cruising through your life
You're a discontented Athlete with a life jam packed with strife
I've no doubt you dream about the Wings and what they do
And you say, “Why won’t they play with me
‘Cause I wanna play with you.....

Oh, I've been to Georgia and Southern Flor’da, any tourney I felt was well run
I took the “hand” of a Diablo man and we made love in the sun
The hot tub’s one of those places with friendly faces, the talk not rated PG
I've been to HOT Houston, but I've never been to me

Please laddy, please laddy, don't just take a walk
'There’s a Pitcher on that mound, with one breast unbruised today
I can see her low pitches, sun blazing in your eyes

Won’t you take a swing, hear our new bat ping, balls flyin’ a million miles…

Oh, I've been to Houst’n and the Isle of Staten while I've chugged warm beer Michael bought
I've cruised like Charley, and laughed at Fairley and Court-ed Buni a lot
I've been called out by Umps and Vince took some thumps that by now it’s so plain to see
I've been to HOT Houston, but I've never been to me

[spoken, preferably by Mark Bayer]
Hey, you know what Houston is?
It's like hell, a furnace God created and dropped people and handsome rednecks there to melt.
But you know what H’ven is?
It's that little RBI you batted, it's that Manager you fought with this morning
The same one you're going to make pick-up the check tonight
That's truth, that's love......

Sometimes I've been to crying for lousy Pop flies when a Homer would have made me complete
But I took the lame pitch, and thought instead of latino boys I could meet

I’ve seen my teammates and their subtle whoring, in the hopes that today we’d all say
Hey Dom-y......
We've played in HOT Houston, (We've played in HOT Houston)
And YOU were the SLUT of the day!

Twas The Night Before Lauderdale

Nov 24th - Nov 25th

T’was the night before Lauderdale, and all through the city,
All the Gays were out drinking, the straights looking for titty.
Team stockings and t-shirts were packed tight in bags
In hopes that come Friday they’d look great ‘mongst the fags.

The Wings were all plotting their exodus south,
While boasts of a victory spilled out from their mouths.
Ms. Yang in his fur cap, JT hawking jeans,
Knew that all their hard work had compiled quite a team.

When T-day arrived and the team mates disbursed
To friends and to family to widen their girths
Chuck, Brett and Ms. Yang headed for Jersey’s port
To dine off Orlando’s generous support.

The traffic was tragic, and Chuck was delayed
So the three had to dine in a diner that day.
But the flight was serene and smiles rose from their frowns
As they drove to the Suites with the canvas top down.

A quick registration at Alibi’s bar,
Meant Alfredo Sauce spilled on Chuck’s friend’s car.
But by midnight the team had all nestled to sleep,
Knowing alarm clocks would soon shatter everyone’s sleep.

Come Friday each man dragged his bloated old belly,
To the Suites where he found a new bed and a tele.
And later that day as we scored our first win,
Orlando had nightmares we’d do it again.

Some dinner for some, a hot soaking for others,
Chuck and Mike started acting like backwoods’ horned lovers.
The bar had free drinks, each guy holding his own,
Knowing old comrade Todd sat somewhere on the thrown.

As the cock crowed, and I don’t mean our Mike,
The team roused from deep sleep with some VIM and some FIGHT.
A quick breakfast that each day looked always the same,
Then the team made its way to Mill Pond—and it’s fame.

Game one was a victory, game two not so great,
Game three felt like kissing our Sis on a date.
But by this time the soaked fields turned to dust,
We were seeded at 12, our first win was a MUST.

The first team fell like timber, the next choked in the mud,
So by our last game we were looking for blood.
And what to our wondering eyes should appear,
A rematch with Orlando, Pitcher trembling with fear.

We started off strong, and with two innings down,
Orlando took over command of the mound.
The pitching was fierce, but we rallied our team,
So that after an hour just the Wings reigned supreme.

We relished that win from the best team we’d play,
Even Rich found a way to get foe in the hay.
More rapid than eagles we took tired flight
To food, drink and slumber…and bed bugs that night.

As we took to the field for our first game next day,
You could hear the Most Fabulous Ever to say.
“Go Andrew, Hassan, and Rick to the field.
No home runs past Michael, so keep your eyes peeled.

Dirty Dish Boy on Third, and Chuck past the mound,
If Brett misses a ball JT best hit the ground.
I’m covering First, and Arvin’s on the Plate,
Joey and Keith’s standing by to seal this team’s fate.”

And Pam with her scorebook, Dominick with that grin,
Ev’n the God’s on Olympus put ten down that we’d win.
Win One came from Dallas, a most formidable foe,
Warmed us up for the second, we put on quite a show.

Then for four too long hours, our old bones grew quite cold,
And the sun in our eyes found us not quite so bold,
And sensing our slumber, rising strong at the chance,
Big D’s team reached way down, grabbed the balls in their pants.

And in one tragic inning they blew us away.
Despite a strong rally, our first loss came that day.
But we rallied the troops, and we gird up our loins
When we stepped up to bat, a new team had been born.

Bats cracked and balls flew and our cheers filled the air.
We played through our pain, our bruises, bad hair.
Even Scarlett O’Hara on the sideline with quips,
Couldn’t fluster our Pitcher nor Catcher’s good tips.

Ms. Yang was ecstatic accepting the prize,
And I swear, yes confirmed, there were tears in her eyes.
As we left the warm weather, the bars and hot guys,
A new team’d come together and soared through the skies.

And throughout all the bookstores that One of us knows,
They’ll hear of the team that flew south with the crows.
And were crowned the best team, rising up from the muck,
Full of great guys, and one horny slut we’ll call Chuck!

Congratulations Wings

Hot, Hot, Hotlanta

May 24th - May 28th

Another tournament has come and gone...but the memories will always live on...

How? Just read along.

Midnight "Planes" to Georgia

While the team that plays together, stays together, the Hotlanta Tournament required that we split up our travel itineraries. Some of us left on Wednesday (and caught a Mets/Braves game), while others took later flights or simply drove. If it wasn't for some Pressurization Bulls#@t, some of us would have arrived sooner than eight hours for what should have been a four hour journey. And don't think we wasn't gonna say somethin' 'bout that, no sir, nuh uh.

In the end, by Friday, we'll all made our way to the Georgia Tech Hotel and Convention Center, divided ourselves in rooms (or for some, secret love chambers), unpacked our cleats and ass-tight jeans, and were ready to explore what Mid-town Atlanta had to offer.

"Boys, I think we've landed in the gay section of town, don't you think?"

Who's Got a Uterus? Ed Does!

After a couple hours of team practice in Piedmont Park on Friday, Saturday morning we were ready to play--except we'd forgotten our balls, bats and most importantly Confirmed Confused Girl #1's cleats in the trunk of a car back at the hotel. A mad dash back by our wounded reserves (Mark and JT), and all were retrieved in time for SUPER STRESSED OUT Michael to take the plate. Despite that, play we did (see the section below regarding another type of "play") and we also played some pretty good ball. Our first game we Lost narrowly, while our second seeding game we all "kissed our sisters", errr, we tied.

That left most of us with four hours to eat and watch some games. It left the Pussy Patrol the same amount of time to get numbers, business cards, and dare I say, one might have even caught a STD in the boys bathroom...but that's another story.

Being seeded 8th...we played our first game against The Twisters, which we'd tied in an earlier game. This time we beat them soundly, and proceeded to our second game where we came up against the Yellow-bellied Kowboys from Orlando...the same team that helped eliminate us from last year's Ft. Lauderdale tournament. Despite having a little hottie that Sergio kept reminding everyone he found "scrumptious", we went at them with all our guns (and best cheers) loaded, yet still came up one run short. (Side note: the Kowboys ended up winning the tournament).

With our spirits still high, but our heads handing low from that loss, (not to mention our left balls hanging even lower from the heat), we headed back to our hotel rooms, where several took a relaxing dip in the pool and some G-Rated TUB TALK with Michael (from the Texas Knock-Outs...by all counts, the tournament's PICK OF THE LITTER!).

As jerseys and socks were being washed by our lovely Handmaidens JT Mr. S and Chuck, a few of us found some time for some pool relays. Without saying who won, we will say a Certain Lawyer Anxious to Remain Anonymous (aka, CLARA) learned that youth and beauty doesn't always win out over Brains, Brawn and Strong Lungs.

When Saturday's morning game came around, we were ready to Kick Some Atlanta Ass, but instead, got ours handed back to us by one run--after being ahead almost eight runs.

The good news: We were free for the day.

The bad news: We were free for the day.

All in all, the games went well and we played like a team that enjoyed each other and had a GREAT time doing it. (It never hurts that we have one of the best looking teams, either).

Our only regret...at this tournament, there was Not One Man Chuck could find that had bar-b-que sauce in his moustache to make out with.

This Team is Priced To MOVE!

You'd think with all the hot men living in NYC, and easy hook-ups just minutes away and at every turn, that going on a little field excursion to Atlanta would be a let down. Not so. No sir, No siree. This team acted like they'd been the fluffers on the set of an all-girl burlesque review...they were hungry for WANKER. And wanker they would find.

Some of them started early--like flirtations at WET bar on Wednesday night. (one Wing in particular liked to call it planting the seeds for a little germination later on Sunday night).

Chuck waited til Thursday night. While tired of other fast food, he changed up the menu and went for the Cajun Whopper.

There was a fierce competition for who'd land the guy from the Mortgage lender business card first...but in the END, Mr. S (voted Most Aggressive) won that competition by sliding onto his lap of luxury and then into his rented hotel suite.

Todd, never to be outdone, found a man and nested with him...about as long a stint as he has with his NY guys.

Even CLARA landed between a rock and a HARD place, after deciding he'd do the right thing and not drive home a bit inebriated.

Alas, in the end, the title of MISS HOTLANTA went to our renowned Big Booty Bayer, who after a couple of times as a strong runner up, this time took the CROWN by riding the real E-Ticket! Two Hotties from South Carolina, in town for a little "Head"ache-hunting trip of their own. ("Oh, and congratulations Mark").

Blond Highlights that will last all Summer

1. While the Pussy Patrol was making their way around the softball backrooms, several of us went to Six Flags. No roller coaster, ride, or carnival game was too much for our masculine prowess...well almost none. Goliath did in one of our finest...so that for close to five hours he had to recuperate. It was only Tiffany that finally came to his rescue, shuffling him off to First Aide and the rest of us to the front of the line of the very ride that had helped the world see what Michael is like from the inside-out.

(Of course, she'll get bras, panties, jeans, swimsuits, and books all shipped free-of-charge by DHL for her kind deeds).

And who knew amusements parks were such good places for naps?

2. While we've learned that it takes all kinds, especially on this team, some of us are just born Karen Carpenters, while others are forever Sebastian's. See the section above for insights into who's on Top of their World, while others like living Under the Sea.

3. Not all good men come and live in New York. There are two great guys smoking Piote with the Seminole Tribe, or batting those icy-blue eyes at anything that passes his way. Yes, we mean you, Orlando and Bobby.

4. Due to potential political aspirations of CLARA, we've left out critical details that might be incriminating. But suffice it to say, this Wing likes to approach things from the BACK, and he also likes to keep most of his true self hidden in a shiny "white innocent boy" veneer. But he's the best...through and through.

5. A good cheer can turn an opposing teams fan base to your side...just ask ED!

and finally,

We wouldn't be able to do what we do, have as much as we do, and really form true and lasting friendships without the leadership, hard work, and love that Michael Yang gives this team.

Michael, this trip is dedicated to you...we came home trophy-less, but each one of us will wear a medal of friendship around our necks (not unlike an albatross), the rest of live because of you. Thanks!

In Our Next Episode...

Look for new cheers from Sergio.

More parties for the team.

And game night...

Mark, enjoy your crown. And let us know if that salve the doctor prescribed works. (Micah might need you to lend it to him--That Eagle crowd's a BITCH on Saturday night!)

Turkey, Tournament, Tub and Tricks

November 24th - November 28th

Helluurrrr! fellow teammates, friends and family.

It's been just a few days since we got home, but it seems like old times spent in Ft Lauderdale were now week's past. And what's a road trip without a road summary, especially one with lots of fun and a good dose of foul play. So before we throw the whole thing overboard...here's one for the record books--and not that sloppy record book keeping we saw by Big Booty Bayer and his sidekicks, Chuckles & Miss Reggie.

THANKSGIVING DAY

Michael eats himself silly at a good friend's house while instantly falling in love with a green-eyed cutie from Atlanta. Being that Ms. Yang does not "find guys he likes that often", this was a rare find and one that would need to be nourished and coddled...more on this later.

DAY AFTER THANKSGIVING

The official contest for Miss Ft Lauderdale begins--or as the title contestants soon proved, Miss Whore Lauderdale. The field was wide open this time, as all Wings and Wing Implants were registered for the competition, but in everyone's hearts, we knew that most of the contestants didn't stand a chance--given the prior contestants performances in other cities. The front-runners going in were Miss Pre-Arranged Princeton, Miss Kissing Bandit Chuckles, Miss Big Bootie Bayer, Miss Stink-it-up-Todd, and Miss All About My Ass "S".

All hell breaks loose as hordes of Wings descend onto the calming shores of Lauderdale. One by one they gathered up luggage cases, cosmetic cases, and a couple even seemed as though they're traveling with an entire family...or maybe that's a shirt & belt for every trick.

Finally after pairing up in the weather beaten inner jungle rooms of the Embassy "Sweets", the team made their way to some "other side of the tracks" park to do a little batting practice. We didn't shine, but we looked pretty darn good for a team that hadn't played since Labor Day.

A short drive later and we found ourselves at Keith and Dominicks' house, eating burgers, day old dip sauce (It really did taste better than it looked), and enough drinks to persuade five Wings to venture into the jacuzzi while everyone else went to the Rage's game, and then the opening party at Georgie's Alibi.

Ahh, Tub Talk proved very insightful, as they discussed world history, favorite jams and jellies, and the pros and cons of Daylight Savings Time...the hours passed as the liquor flowed, and before you knew it, the group felt naked being separated from their teammates.

So, within minutes, they'd made their way to the bar and reconnected with everyone to enjoy some more liquor, laughs and good times. A hardy game of darts and two hours later, everyone noticed that for some reason, Sidelines couldn't hold us, so we moved back to Boom and then Alibi for one last "drink". With new phone numbers in tow we made our ways back to The Sweets.

ROUND ROBIN SATURDAY

Waking reasonably refreshed, and with that delicious buffet inside us, (and one last TK for Stink-it-Up), Hop Along Andrew led us through a toll-road obstacle course to the tournament fields. The team looked fresh and spry despite the proximity to the local waste repository. Regardless, we were ready to conquer anything in our path until Hop-Along Andrew realized he'd left his cleats back at The Sweets. Before his tantrum subsided, Chuckles and Big Booty Baird made their way back to fetch them. But not before Dominick sacrificed a pair of his for the cause.

We could talk runs, and hits, and errors, and forced outs, etc...but do we really care? Suffice it to say that The Wings won every game they played in the round robin, and were seeded FIRST among the fray of thousands. And in between games, Stink-it-Up had made a hit with a local ex-gymnast. And Fast Eddy's friend, who was working the testosterone crowds--finally landed on All About Ass Mr. S.

After barely eeking by in our first tournament game from a scrappy and mouthy Tampa team, we went home to refresh and prep for a night on the town.

That night at Sideline, we spent a good couple of hours shooting pool and darts...before a small group still hardy enough to party, headed over to Ramrod for some drinks in the dark.

Even a couple of contestants unable to brave the bears at Ramrod tried to lure two cuties home by asking if they knew the way to The Sweets...when they replied, "no", we offered, "well we do...follow us". Sadly all of those contestants went to bed alone that night.

Valid contestants in the Miss Whore Lauderdale, however, brought out their best pageant charms that night, as Fast Eddy, All About Ass, Stink-it-Up, and Doubtful in Dubai all landed themselves a big fish they proceeded to scale all night. (Doubtful in Dubai even de-boning his fish four times, so the story goes). The rooster was about to crow when our contestants laid their weary heads on their shared and crusty pillows.

TOURNAMENT SUNDAY

Weary from sleep deprivation, but with the vim and vigor of a 22 year old prostitute at a Bible Convention, our team again found our way to the fields for our 10 a.m. game. And things were looking good--til we lost! Game two looked great too, on paper...or at least until 48 minutes into it...when we had to go one more inning and decided to let the local team steal a win from us.

Such the Softball Givers we are.

We'd like to say that both those losses were "towoow CWAP!", but in the end, just being in the sun, with old and new friends, sharing moments on and off the field, was more than worth the time and effort to get there.

To drown our sorrows and feed our hunger, we landed at Rosies, compliments of Orlando, for some eats, and a murdered rendition of The Pina Colada Song led by All About Ass Mr. S. It was tough pulling Hop-Along Andrew away from two local favorites, but we did and drove back to the safety of our Sweets.

A mini sleep over occurred in Exit Row Tyrone and All About Ass Mr. S's room...with everything ending Pretty In Pink...as most of the team spooned and spilled laughter into the early twilight hours.

Our losses on the field didn't hinder a couple of our contestants from pushing harder for the title. After some truth or dare pool play, and some revealing jacuzzi time, and another stop at Alibi that evening, we landed at Jackhammer--but not before Fast Eddy made a fast move and split-off from the group with a Southern Ball-Banger Belle. Dancing on the floor, and shirtless (and beltless for Big Booty Bayer) on pedestals, lifted the spirits of everyone. While Pre-arranged Princeton pre-arranged a booty call for the next night, All About Ass, Stink-it-Up and Miss Reggie successfully landed another zirconium in their Whore Crowns.

TWO HURRICANE MONDAY

By this time, we'd lost a couple of team mates to WORK, Joey's lover, and the real world. Putting that behind us, we gorged ourselves with the buffet again, and stuffed some oranges and apples into beach bags, and off we went. The waves were breaking and the sea weed uninviting, but still the sand and sun enticed us onto beach chairs and into the bars to get tanned and plastered--in that order.

After some attempts at beach volleyball juggling, and sleep, Ms. Yang and her green-eyed cutie from Atlanta proceeded, with the help of friends to get WASTED on this thing called a Hurricane! So much so that we nearly had to drag her into and out of the car. Lets just say, that when Ms Yang plays with the devil's elixir, the devil comes out and truths were revealed that I don't think anyone needed to hear--BUT WE'RE SURE GLAD WE HAVE THEM IN OUR BLACKMAIL TREASURE CHEST.

While the rest of the team were prepping for the night, and during another Tub Talk session led by our friendly host Wink Martindale, a 5 month love-set from Dallas almost broke up. "Hey, I just ask the questions", Wink retorts.

Leaving Pre-Arranged Princeton behind to deflower his last Calendar Date, the team piled into their way-to-expensive rental cars and drove to pick up Diggin UP Dirt Doug and then off to Alibi. After more not-so-good food there, they migrated over to Sidelilne to spend a quiet night of darts and laughter and sighs as the group savored their last night in Ft. Lauderdale.

As the midnight hours fell over The Sweets, the team laid their happy and weary heads on rented pillows and dreamt of home-runs yet to come--and sexy men of which to cum with.

CONTINENTAL TUESDAY

By this time, the buffet was beginning to taste like Leftovers on the Lido Deck of a Carnival Cruise, but it was free...so again we partook.

A couple of "TKs" later by all, we made it out to the pool to enjoy the best sun of the weekend. Some final laughs and pool playfulness, and a future date for Chuckles, we then had to pack-up and head to the airport for some Sub-par Chilies and a rather titillating air-puffing through security.

With most stories, it would end there as the plane took off over the sunny shores of Ft. Lauderdale, but not this one...At least not in the Exit Row of Flight CO 1401...and not for Exit Row Tyrone. For this contestant had been saving herself for the 3 1/2 hour conversation she had with her silver-haired fox. Numbers and smiles, and a big-ole-hug in the Newark airport, we exchanged...and a date set for Wednesday night!

So even though, after the final tally, Pre-Arranged Princeton (PAP) took the final crown of Miss Whore Lauderdale, Tyrone might just wind up with the biggest long-term prize.

And after all, isn't that what we're all batting for---a big prize?

Where's The Beef? Can I Get A Side Of Cheese With That?

August 31st - September 4th

Labor Day Weekend marked the start of the Dairyland Classic in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. The Wings went Midwest for some Dairy and Beef! The usual suspects were in attendance with one additional player. Our newest traveling Wing Joe “let’s ruin lives” G.

Arriving on Thursday, August 31, The Wings surveyed the lay of the land and ended up at a local (straight) sports bar. The crew drank some brew and watched the US open. After we had enough of that scene we went across the street to another bar where Paul couldn’t resist taking part in Karaoke. The ham belted out “Only the Good Die Young” and “Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me”. That ex-Naked Boy Singing can holler! From there, the boys ventured to ETC where a smoky bar and exhaustion sent the wings home minus two dirty rotten stay outs!

Friday afternoon was spent practicing and shopping. However, there was one broken Wing who stayed behind at the hotel and ordered a massage…with happy ending. I ain’t one to gossip, so I’m not marking any Wing as the guilty party.

Moving on…

Friday night brought forth the welcoming party at Out N About. We ran into Micah and Christopher who were playing with a Chicago team. Micah was quiet as usual. Lots of “Who? Where? I saw him first!” was going on when The Wings headed over to Woody’s for a manager’s meeting. We made it an early night.

Play Ball…

WHAT A DAY! Come backs in the bottom of the 7th! Wonderful pitching By Orlando. A base hit by the captain to rally the troops and win the game. JT’s first homerun. Todd’s throw out at home. Mr. S’s amazing dive at home plate to end the game and keep us undefeated. This tournament marked growth by many players and continued success by others. The entire team played their hearts out and it showed. It was a true team effort.

After dominating in round robin play and scoring more than 20 runs in each game, The Wings were bumped up to the C recreational division! Seeded 6th and not happy about our move from a rightful first place in D, we took it like men and got ready for play! But first, let’s do lunch. After a long and much neede break The Wings were back on again. We didn’t miss a beat and ended the day 4-0.

That night the team had dinner at the CHOP HOUSE. Everyone looked great! (Damn Everett cleans up nice! Woof!!!) With our fearless leader Madame Yang at the head of the table, it was time for some team bonding.

The next day, Sunday, the team still had it’s mojo and we made it to the championship game…undefeated. However, we met a tough team in the Chicago’s Roscoe’s Rage who were bumped down from C competitive division. Losing twice with the second being a tough fought 12-9 loss. The WINGS took second in a field of 11 in a division higher up and never looked back!!!

It was off to the banquet where we received our trophy. I guess that’s what you would call it since I wasn’t sure if it was a light fixture or a stained glass project.

After the banquet it was time to party. That's something The Wings do well besides play ball. The night was a free for all and there was a lot of hooking up. Just to mention a few. A Wing who thought he found a boy toy to play with at the start of the weekend found another model he liked better. Another Wing went home with someone and ended up in a three-way. One Wing got locked out of his room because his Wing man was getting busy, but that misfortune worked out for the best. Another Wing had to wonder the hotel hallway with his trick because there were two Wings "sort of" hooking up...with each other!!! I thought we weren't supposed to do that? Oy gay! There's just too much to mention. Let's leave it there and just say the weekend and tournament came to a close and many of The Wings went home with fond memories. <grin>

Shake That...

August 12th / Saturday

The Wings were out in full force Saturday night, August 12, at their sponsor The EAGLE for their "Shake That Ass for Me" end of the season fundraiser. Spearheaded by captains Michael Yang and Todd Korman and teammate JT Buni, the Wings had a successful turn out. The team raffled off some amazing prizes that included Yankee tickets, Mets tickets, jackets, coats, and porn. Tickets were sold based on each person¹s measurement from their crotch to the ground. Wing's 2nd baseman Micah Stern did an excellent job of measuring (and then some). Let's just say ticket sales were not the only thing that was way up!

In addition to the raffled prizes, 7 players from The Wings were auctioned off on dates. Mark Bayer, Ed Eggleton, Brett Ross, Todd Korman, Chuck Bradley and Paul Aiello hammed it up for the masses and shed some of their clothes to drive up the bidding. Dates ranged from a taping of the View and tour of CBS studios, trapeze session on the west side highway, and 2 tickets to Naked Boys Singing. Some players grossed as much as $200. Our Emcee, Catcher Doug Morris, did a great job of keeping the crowds riled up. Wing's 2nd baseman Tim McGlyn sold jello body shots and was paid handsomely with tips to boot!

The Wings would like to thank all the members of the BASL who came out in heaps to support their cause as well as friends and lovers whose support has been unwavering of this softball team that seems to gel like no other! Once again because of your support the Wings are flying high!

Up next for The Wings is their trip to Milwaukee for the Dairyland Classic Tournament during Labor Day weekend. Fly high Wings!

Wings Go West

July 8th / Saturday

The Wings go West to celebrate Mark and Anthony K's birthday. It was a pretty low key night for the team. Possibly a product of an exhausting triple header against our "sistah" team The Rookies. Nothing scandalous to report. It was just a beautiful New York night out with fantastic friends surrounded by beautiful people.

Looking quite handsome in his turquoise polo, Andrew, was seen out with a "must have" accessory imported from South Africa. I know he didn't find THAT at Barney's.

Daring to mix things up a bit, Ed introduced his cousin, Kristen, to the team. She definitely has Ed's amazing smile. They were supposed to go two stepping before coming to the party but one look at her Manolo's, or were they Choo's, they thought it best to save that for another night. Mr. S brought out his posse of fabulous party goers Kristin, Jaime, Keri, Eddie and Amanda. I guess pretty comes in bunches.

Also seen were Mark's "oh so cute" friends from the 4th of July BBQ Jeffrey, Eric and Eddie.

A special shout out goes to Mark's parents Mr and Mrs Bayer. Now we know where Mark got his good looks. Great genetics.

The Wings Invade Upstate New York And Create Some Fireworks

July 3rd & 4th / Monday & Tuesday

The 4 of July started off with a bang for The Wings. Our sexy #8, Mark, hosted a barbeque/sleep over celebrating his birthday and the holiday at his charming home. The house boasted a lake side view and a red front door a la Elizabeth Arden. It was fabulous. Most of the Wings were in attendance and the ones that couldn't make it were greatly missed.

Adding some more flavor to The Wings, Mark's friends, Anthony, Jeffrey, Tommy, Eric and Eddie were added to the menu. We knew Mark was a tasty Wing, but non of us expected to come back with cavities from all the eye candy that was provided. Next time we need to order a sampler.

Monday afternoon started off with multiple activities on the "great lawn". Badminton fun was had by two, a football was tossed around and a volleyball game brought out our competitive spirit. Nothing beats an afternoon throwing around your shuttlecock! Capping off the afternoon we all took a quick dip in the lake. All the wet, firm, large muscled flesh heated up the afternoon even more. Lots of touching and bodies mingling made fun for all as wet bathing suits showed off plenty to look at! Here's a hint, white bathing suits don't leave much to the imagination. However, sometimes you have to say to hell with imagination and hello to the visuals.

All toweled off, The Wings retreated back to the house to drink more liquor, socialize and play more games. One particular game of cards turned into the strip version. Gay men can turn anything into a way to get hot men naked. Did we not see enough man flesh when we took a dip in the lake? I guess not. A couple of Wings were left in their underwear. Anthony and Brett to be exact and damn were they packing. One particular "friend of Mark's," who was already reduced to his underwear, had to show a little more. Mmmm...what a show...I mean game!

While all this craziness went on, Mark and Todd carefully tended to dinner. It was a dinner fit for queens. As the night started to slow down we found ourselves in little clusters watching Steel Magnolias (a gay favorite) in one room, episodes of the Golden Girls (a team favorite) in another room and a few card games out on the lanai. However, the main event of the night was a moon light skinny dip in the lake. Rumor has it a certain pitcher looks good naked. I guess he's a pitcher for a reason.

The night came to an end and we all tucked each other into bed. Good night John-boy.

In the morning we all awoke up to a delicious breakfast of bagels and egg casseroles. Special thanks goes out to Marks mother, "Bubbles," for preparing and dropping off the casseroles. It hit the spot. After breakfast we sat around chatting in the living room and a few of us sat in the TV room watching more Golden Girls. The quote of the weekend was said when our fearless leader, Madame Yang, tried to gracefully step over the coffee table and knocked over a cup of OJ. The words, "Honey...your legs can'y get as high as they used to" were said by #6, Miss Houston, in true Golden Girls style. It made for a GREAT laugh! That said, it was time to go home.

This championship teamed showed why they play well together as a team, as great fun and camaraderie was shared by all. Thank you Mark for everything.

Happy 4th of July and Happy Birthday #8. GO WINGS!

Hitting the G spot

June 29th / Thursday

It was another night out for The Wings. Nothing planned. It was very last minute. I called Todd to see what he was up to for the night. It turned out he had plans to meet up with his friends. Tagging onto his agenda we got the ball rolling and G was the spot.

Tim and I were the first to arrive to meet up with Todd. Ed showed up a cocktail and a half later. On a side note, Todd's friends, very hunky and sexy. Michael, Mark, Chuck, Micah and Chris showed up after the Madonna concert. They were accompanied by one of Micah and Chris' cute friends. I was told the concert was a hit. Micah and Chris along with their friend made it a hit and run and quickly departed the scene.

Kudos needs to be said about Chuck's new look. The facial hair...mmmmmm...very hot!

The music at G was hitting me in all the right spots and I found it difficult to leave by 1am. However, my spots weren't the only ones being worked. A certain Wing was making very nice with one of Todd's friends. Let's just say I saw a hunky hand ruffling a Wing's "tail feathers" and it wasn't a quick pass over, but more like "let's get better acquainted."

And that's how the 4th of July weekend got started.

Sometimes You Need A Little...Therapy

June 24th / Saturday

Pride weekend was in full swing, as the Wings and honorary "wing-man" Ed Mac met up for cocktails at Therapy on Saturday night. The "Be All That You Can Be" military theme that night had shirtless waiters strutting around in fatigues and camouflage body paint, making everyone want to "raise their white flag".

Our "Kissing Bandit" struck again. However, from how he described his experience with the flavor de la nuit it was more like being mauled by a Pit Bull...all teeth. Come on pee-poe!!! How hard is it to kiss...well?

Bamboo 52 - Gridirons Fundraiser

June 22nd / Thursday

Showing our support for BASL's new Fitzpatrick team, the Gridirons, a few Wings decided to descend upon their fundraiser at Bamboo 52. The space had an Asian influence, supported by the quaint outdoor garden and sushi bar. The Most Fabulous Ever Michael Yang was present. Also seen were Ed Eggleton, Todd Korman, Tim McGlyn and JT Buni. Mark Bayer made the long trip into the city for some one-on-one canoodling with the hotties at the bar.

Some of the sexy members from the Gridirons went shirtless to enhance raffle ticket sales. From the looks of things in the jeans, raffle ticket sales were not the only things enhanced by these shirtless wonders. Need I say more? Unfortunately, none of us went home with any of the fabulous prizes. And, we didn’t have any winning raffle tickets either.

Mr. S was spotted talking to a handsome, silver haired gentleman across the bar. Even though Mr. S didn't leave with the guy he did get a phone number. Ed Eggleton was also seen working the bar and “slid head first” into the Gridiron’s third base man. But was he safe, or out? Tim had his eye on another Gridiron. His focus was so intense I had to remind him his tongue was on the floor.

As the Bamboo at 52 was about to go limp, Todd, Tim and JT high tailed it downtown to Barracuda and met up with Chuck and his friends. Apparently, when it comes to Chuck’s friends cute is contagious. The boys hung around for a cocktail or two. All in all, it was a fun night.

HX Magazine : Homo Dish - Jun 16, 2006

"Despite the unexpected gridlock and torrential downpour, the crowd was loose and dry at Peter Hemmel's birthday bash Thursday at Secret. DJ Lina worked the decks as host Matthew Bank kept the gaggle of boys and beauties well lubricated with the help of the open vodka bar. As thunder struck, some more adventurous party goers engaged in an erotic - if somewhat tame - shaving scenario in the bathroom. Seen: Jason Arbuckle, Brenda Black, Tony Bolinsky, Owen Hawk, Matthias von Fistenberg, Dalyn Brett, JT Buni, Todd Korman, Tim McGlyn and the rest of the recently triumphant D Division Lone Star Classic Champions' Eagle Wings gay softball team, Matthew Burns, Howie Cherpakov, Mark Darryl, David Dean, Rosemary Delgado, Ray Dragon, Chip Duckett, Ron Lasko, Matthew Duffy, Troy Dunham, Fredrik Eklund, Jorge Escobar, Matt Foreman, James Garcia and many more." - HX Magazine