September 16th, 2011
Sweatpants Style Off: Anders Lindegaard vs. Iker Casillas
Can’t really say that saggy, ill-fitted pants are ever a good look on anyone, unless one of the two people inside of them is us. Or if they’re sagging so low we get a glimpse of the boxers/boxer briefs. Thongs are not permitted on the premises, however.
But since they’re here, and we’re here, we might as well pass our last work day’s time together by sending one of these finely chillaxed specimens back to
our HQ’s guest bedroom the sartorial drawing board.
Manchester United’s quasi-back up goalie and accidental hipster, Anders Lindegaard, was spotted in Cheshire having lunch yesterday. The purple crew neck sweatshirt explains why he was forced to eat by himself.
No – seriously – he went to a sit down eatery alone. Oh to have a been a fly on the wall for that conversation.
Seeing how fast news travels, y’all know by now that Mr Lindegaard didn’t come to northern England to pick his nose, but to play. We appreciate the mental imagery ‘help’, Anders, but it’s just as bad as the physical one before us.
And before we forget, check out his appalling inseam. It’s something we wouldn’t wish on our least favourite footballer, Ronaldinho.
Real Madrid’s top guy in goal is the epitome of our perfect man: he’s tall, handsome, takes out the trash (but not by trade) and speaks broken English.
Clad in his comfiest of doctor scrub wannabe sweats outside his home two days ago, Iker’s monochromatic outfit looks as though it’d be easy to peel off given a proper sneak attack from behind.
After all, his leisure suit is something we’d expect to see on an Italian stallion like him (with a few gold chains for added effect, though).
Your thoughts? We know there will be some readers who likey, so please fill us in on why ‘ballers in baggy sweats should survive past your morning mimosas.