Athletes Who Look Like the Life of the Party
What do you get when you combine an exorbitant salary with six month's worth of annual vacation time? An irrefutable reason to party.
And, when it comes to next level raging, some athletes look like a lot more fun than others.
In the spirit of work hard and play hard crossover, I've compiled a list of current sports stars who appear to be as competitive during beer pong as they are in the playoffs.
Let's toast to the athletes who look like the life of the party.
Brian Wilson's look is one of absolute mayhem.
But, as bold as he appears and behaves, The Beard's persona doesn't seem contrived—not even a little bit.
He seems to be every bit the unhinged psychopath that he purports to be. And, as such, is probably a lot of fun to party with.
If Johnny Manziel's Instagram account is any indication of his celebratory prowess, the former Texas A&M quarterback is Steven Tyler with an unstoppable spin move.
This guy demonstrates more unyielding confidence than Genghis Khan on Xanax. And, his vast Rolodex of celebrity friends guarantees complimentary bottle service for the entire crew.
Kicking it with Manziel means never having to apologize for partying too hard.
Rob Gronkowski is what happens when you spike the Kool-Aid Man's biological pitcher with a magnum of Grey Goose.
If you can endure the inevitable, potentially fatal wrestling session at drunken after hours, Gronk is the best football player to party with since Joe Namath rocked a half-length fur coat on the New York Jets sideline.
To hang out with Patrick Kane is to split your disposable income uniformly between Fireball shots, emergency room visits and bail.
The flagrant hubris in this Mario Balotelli selfie is practically combustible.
Stare at this photo long enough and your computer or smart phone will melt into a puddle of brash self-confidence and undiluted swagger.
If you use the liquid remains as cologne, then you'll never wait in a club's wraparound line again. The power of Super Mario's pomposity is enough to move velvet ropes from a continent away.
If your desire to clank martini glasses in a hotel bar doesn't skyrocket when you look at this picture, then it's time to get a physical.
Alex Morgan is Lara Croft, but for perpetually single guys who are more into fantasy football than Reddit.
With her perfect smile and rousing public persona, Baby Horse embodies the Saturday night spirit like an adorable, exceedingly athletic Bombay Sapphire commercial.
John Daly is a charmingly lawless adversary to the country club's policies and guidelines statute.
En lieu of a Titleist visor and wraparound shades, this guy rocks a burning cigarette and protruding beer gut as his on-course accessories.
Fun fact: Hanging out with Long John increases your chances of waking up in a sand trip with no memory of how you got there by 10,000 percent.
Alex Ovechkin spends more time canoodling in poolside cabanas than he does staring menacingly from the penalty box.
The Washington Capitals captain is a toothless, unkempt version Cristiano Ronaldo, only 100 times more likely to have your back in a bar brawl.
Skylar Diggins is hot in all kinds of ways, and her connection to Roc Nation pretty much secures a table at the 40/40 Club 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.
Looks and a viable inroad to meeting Rihanna? Yes, please.
Tim Lincecum could vaunt an ERA approaching 5.00 for the rest of his career and still be San Francisco's most beloved baseball player.
Equal parts California dreamin' folk hero and cyclonic hurler, The Freak is Jeffrey Lebowski with a mid-90s fastball.
Jared Allen employs a remorseless combination of strength and quickness on the field, and he has the look of a man whose capacity for partying is similarly versatile.
This dude could go from mudding a pickup truck in the Pahokee backwoods to a boat party on Richard Branson's yacht without even changing his clothes.
Keep kicking ass, No. 69.
Paul Bissonnette is the personification of an Enrique Iglesias music video. He's living every 15-year-old bro's dream.
It's like BizNasty rubbed a magic bottle of Muscle Milk and a tank top-adorned genie granted him three wishes: Wealth, fame and a bottle service booth full of conventionally attractive restaurant hostesses.