It has been a long, long, lonnnnng time since the last Man Post here at The Point. In fact, I think the last one was within a year or two of the Tennessee King’s first creation of the Internets. Sadly, too much “real life” has come crashing down around me … such as Wednesday’s fantasy football draft, which, frankly, took a long time and is very important, okay? … and I’ve not been able to keep up.

That said, much as The Weekly Must-Have Tune of the Week must make an occasional return, so must Man Post. And here we are. Face to face. A couple of silver spoons.

Wait, no! Sorry … Silver Spoons theme song … NOT VERY MANLY.

Speaking of “NOT VERY MANLY,” I present to you Awful Team Photos -– The Definitive Collection.  You youngsters … and you fathers raising sons … please, please don’t let this be you or any male you love. At 16 or 18 or 20, you, yes you, Strapping Young Athlete, will be thusly tempted. You will think, “Man, I look GOOD.” And you will think, “I look so good that other people should see me looking this good.” And, if such an opportunity presents itself, you will be tempted … horribly, terribly tempted … to think “I look so good, that my friends and I should oil up our rock-hard bods and pose together, with big chains around our necks, around an orange Lamborghini.”

You will be wrong, of course. Because you are, though good-looking, young and foolish.

And then someday you will … tragically, because it could’ve been avoided … show up in The Definitive Collection. And no matter how wonderful you may be as a person, we will laugh at you. Uproariously. For the rest of your life.

[Ed. note: Some of these guys are showing a little too much for comfort, so proceed at your own risk, and keep the eye bleach handy. Consider this one PG-13 at least. And don't blame Allen -- I dared him to post it. --GRD]