Showing posts with label Poon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poon. Show all posts

Friday, September 19, 2008

Baseball In The Daytime: 9-19-08

No matter where you sit on the Cubs bandwagon (I ride in coach, and I will jump off quickly if the going gets rough), we can all agree that St. Louis is bad news. Oh God, everybody hates St. Louis. Booooo.

Whatever, let's just start these playoffs already. We all know that the Brewers and the D'Bags and the Twins ain't making it, so let's just get this shit going today. No one really cares about MVP awards or statistical milestones--give me more playoffs. You'll find one of the teams that will participate in October (and one that will not) after the jump...

St. Louis @ Chicago, 12:20 Mountain Carlos Zambrano makes his first start following his no-hitter of the Astros, and Adam Wainwright flies the Card colors at Wrigley. Like anyone watches the players, we all just want to get some hot red-tank-top poon shots from the crowd. Remember Arne Harris, the old WGN producer from the Harry Caray days? That cat was some kind of perv. All he'd do is seek out fine young women in the bleachers and put them on the screen. Whatever Ryne Sandberg did was secondary. Have one on me, Arne, and Play Ball!
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Wednesday, September 5, 2007

We Are Hot Chicks: Tailgate Candy

With college football kicking off in earnest last week, and the NFL getting underway tomorrow, it's time to thrust together two of the HoG's deepest loves: tailgating and Hot Chicks.

There's a new blog that's been blowing up a bit of late, getting mentions on the Deadspins and W/Leathers of the world. It has possibly the greatest name ever: SEC Poon. Its premise is extremely complicated and vague, in that it shows photographs of tasty college girls on their way to football games. Crazy, those Southerners.


Now on my voyages to this web site, I had an unmistakable feeling of deja poon. I knew many of these girls. Not "knew" like I'd met them, but "knew" like I'd ogled these same pics at some point in the past, on these same YourStubs. Many of the images on SEC Poon are gleaned from a site called Southern Fried Football, which is maintained by some dude named Packman. And I'm sure that Packman is ecstatic that his nickname has been co-opted by one Adam Jones.

Anyway, Packman has this gig wherein he travels to the gridiron cathedrals of the American South and hangs out in parking lots. There he tempts saucy coeds to pose on his golf cart by giving them stickers or something. He has corporate sponsorship for this endeavor. In a way he's much like the mysterious Brooks we visited a few weeks back. Packman, keep up the good work.

If you dig on some college football (standard HoG disclaimer: The BCS is bad and Notre Dame is awesome!) then no doubt you've heard that no brand of the sport can hold a candle to the Southeast Conference. You've no doubt heard this from some toothless inbred coon-ass who can't spell "candle," but that's neither here nor there.

While my SEC experience consists of a trip to Death Valley (the Baton Rouge edition, sorry Clemson) and one to Arkansas (which doesn't really count), I have attended numerous games in the great state of Texas (much of my family went to A&M). And I can say with authority that one huge thing Southern football has over the Midwestern, West Coast and yes, even the Rocky Mountain flavors is this:

The girls.

There are women at every football game, but Southern girls take it to a different level. For one, they like the game and they don't have any ridiculous feminist hangups about it. They dig the traditions and the outdated corniness of stadium rituals. Furthermore, they get their shit together for a game. None of this no-makeup-and-pajamas crap you'll see up North, no sir. These ladies take their tailgate attire serious.

And so, without any further bullshit, here are a bunch of photos of chicks going to football games. Much of it is honest-to-goodness SEC poon all right, but there's some ACC poon as well (sorry about the Jenn Sterger). And here's a little shout-out to tiny Appalachian State, who not only knocked off Michigan but has some fine poon at their school as well.



















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