One glance and it is easy to picture Tyler a few years ago in his tight uniform pants, adjusting his crotch as he waited his turn at bat in the dugout of the semi-professional baseball leagues where he spent his 20’s.
He is in his 30’s now and still every inch the imposing, strapping, huge specimen of a man that has the freedom to strip down, bone up and work off the post game tension in a way he only wished he could have in the locker room. Square jawed, board shouldered and sporting steel blue eyes, Tyler’s beefy body is covered with pale blonde hair and sexy dark ink. Stripping off his shirt and his jeans, his hands go immediately to his crotch, rubbing that growing bulge to let us know immediately just what kind of half-time show he has in mind.
