Steve Perry's nickname may be The Voice, but one could argue that it could also be The Crotch. In case you haven't noticed (and you have noticed, don't even play like you haven't), Steve was fond of some shockingly tight pants back in his Journey days. Seriously, every time I look at photos where he's sporting nut-cruncher after nut-cruncher, I feel like a notice will pop up at any moment, asking me to pay a fee. Because even though he's fully clothed, his choice of bottoms more than adequately show off his, um, personal area, if you know what I mean. You know what I'm talking about? His "down there" business. His pelvic region. His penis, okay? I'm talking about his penis.
Now you would think that since Steve's slacks played such a prominent role in his career, they would have played an equally prominent role in this blog. Well, I hate to break it to you , but your humble narrator is sometimes oblivious to things and once in awhile needs a swift kick to the behind in order to wake up. I'm only human, after all. But my lovely reader Ohthatdeb got me in gear by kindly suggesting an idea for a new blog feature (and she didn't even need to kick me, switfly or otherwise--she's that good). So it is with great pleasure I announce Crotch Shot of the Day. It's pretty self-explanatory, but in case you need a little extra help, it means that I will post pictures of the ensembles that best show off Steve's family jewels. Consider it a hall of fame of his crotch, if you will. And for the first entry, I thought this little number would be appropriate (again, submitted by Ohthatdeb):
Ta-da! Now I'm no anthropologist, but something tells me that such a blatant display of both Steve and Neal's disco sticks is probably a primal form of peacocking--maybe they're subconsciously channeling an animal that flashes his dick in order to get mates, I don't know. What I do know is that both are out there, daring the world to look and admire. And that what Neal's sporting may not be legal.