A Man Candy Moment: SF Giants Edition
It was late spring, and the San Francisco Giants were struggling through a mediocre season. The offensive output was dismal: on one seven-game road trip, the team mustered no more than one run five times. Discontented fans directed their frustration at Giants management over its refusal to promote the one rookie who, they hoped, might save the season. In his first at-bat, Posey drove in a run. The Giants scored 12 that day. Within four months, the baby-faced catcher had helped push the team to the brink of a division title. How it might have worked out if the Giants had called up Posey earlier — or had waited even a week longer — has been the question of this season. Heading into the weekend, the Giants needed to win one of their final two games with San Diego for that to happen.
Teen baseball fan hit on head by Buster Posey's flying bat but gives thumbs up
What no one in the media mentions, except in random unguarded moments, is the fact that they, as a team, are ridiculously, torridly, HOT. Among my straight female and gay male friends, the talk during and after games is decidedly less about stats and more about sex appeal. I suspect both players and media are loathe to go there for a variety of reasons: players didn't get to The Bigs for their pretty peepers, and for sports media to make note of said eyes could cause them to seem lightweight, or horrors admiring of a player in a way that whispers gay. I first starting wondering about this in the mids, when, in my former incarnation as newspaper reporter, I was sent to Spring Training to do some feature stories. I had a career zenith when, allowed in the locker room, Sean Estes walked past me in nothing but a towel.
Posey is quietly the life of the Giants’ party
How about some kind of animal headgear? Fans love that stuff. Does he have a cute nickname? Posey the Possum?
There's not much to add to this post in the San Francisco Chronicle about plush "Bleacher Creature" dolls being sold that each feature a likeness of a Major League Baseball player along with persons of other vocations, including Pope Francis. Nothing much, except that certain dolls of the San Francisco Giants — Buster Posey , Madison Bumgarner and Hunter Pence — are the only ones in the entire league who don't seem to be wearing any pants. Poor chaps.
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