I came across this collection
a few days ago on the Sports Illustrated site, and these posters, of some of the legends, and forgotten idols, of sport from the '80s in fantastical and masculine poses, all reminded us of gay porn video covers. It's odd to look back on your childhood and realize that all the posters in your room somehow had something to do with really liking Jason Statham movies. Thanks again to Brett for heads up, and keeping us at work a few minutes late.
I think I actually had that Jose Canseco and Mark McGwire poster on my wall in the late '80s too. If you are reading this Jose Canseco, I want my fucking baseball cards back that I sent you in 1990 to sign for me. I was seven years old and one of your biggest fans, and you probably threw them all away in a hilarious rage, or burned them in your expensive-ass crystal fireplace while you drank wine from the mouth of a prostitute.
All of these, from the sweaty men in heroic roles, the "dominated" men on the ground, and the conquering manor of all the stars involved is beautiful, and will never not make me laugh uncontrollably. Seriously, why is Kirk Gibson keeping "pitchers" in cages and not feeding them? "Big" game hunter, indeed.
