A couple of my good friends (mostly gay men) have been playing sand volleyball at the local courts every Thursday evening. My gay husband "Corky" and I have been up to watch (over a bucket or two of cheap beer) the team play most weeks throughout the summer. It's not so much that we are "sports" fans, it's more that we are fans of "skins" night... which, on a gay league, is almost every night! Afterall, why play a dirty, sweat-inducing sport if you're not going to take off the shirt and show those fine-tuned abs?!!
We, "Corky" and I, have had the best times going up to watch the gay games. We've been such loyal fans that we have officially earned the team T-shirt. The "Boobs and Botox" team (sponsored by a local plastic surgeon whose employee - that I LOVE with a capital "L" - is on the team) is a force to be reckoned with at Baxter Jacks. It's not so much that they win their games, it's more that they are a "lean" and "mean" force because, well, they look fabulous! And they (and their unofficial team mates/cheerleaders) have the BEST time of anyone there!The reason why it's so much fun to go to the gay volleyball game every week is that no one there takes it too seriously. At least not on our team. Case in point, the only Thursday this summer that the team unanimously decided to skip was because of a major conflict with two very important events. If only the opposing team who won by forfeit that evening KNEW that half of "Boobs and Botox" (it may have been the "boobs"...) team decided to attend "Drag Queen Bingo" that evening instead, and the other half made the hour and 45-minute drive to Cincinnati for the Janet Jackson concert. Now that is a gay sports team! And, of course, being the supportive hag and team cheerleader ("Captain" of the squad, I'd like to think, but as this is a gay team, I'm thinking "Corky" gets the honor by default) that I am, I was also attending "Drag Queen Bingo," as you may have read in previous posts...
Surprisingly (or NOT surprisingly, for those, unlike me, who don't generalize people) the "Boobs and Botox" volleyball team has some great athletes! The competition is usually equally-matched and the games are always close. That's what they tell us, anyway. Corky and I are usually more focused on the shirtless hard-bodies on the next court over reenacting our "Top Gun" volleyball-scene fantasies. Or who on the opposing team (who we've watched play many times over the summer as well) has been working out or who should definitely be voted "Most Improved" in muscle definition of six-pack abs.
All in all, I love "Boobs and Botox" (the team, not necessarily the things themselves,) and look forward to the games every week. You will never meet a better group of people anywhere who knows how to have a good time (and look good doing it.) My only complaint is that when we go out for a drink after the game, I'm the only one ordering a calorie-ridden beer and fatty fried food while most of the team orders Diet Coke and a salad with a spritz of lemon juice. Queers! (Again, I say that with only love.)
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