No, the Republican presidential debates haven’t landed in South of Market. Better. The Eagle hosted its annual mud wrestling event this past Saturday. Individuals very secure in their body image grappled and slid their way through smackdowns, headlocks and more than a little hosing down afterwards. At left is retro homo extraordinaire, DJ Bus Station John and a brave extroverted contestant. We both agreed that oddly absent from such an elaborate presentation was, say: an announcer, rounds, winners… Hmm… wait… Could this just be an excuse for ‘the gays’ to get silly, half-naked (or more) and ‘dirty’ in public? I’ll vote for that ticket. And thank God, unlike last year, I managed not to get entirely bystander-splattered in my quest for the best boozy photos.