Or at least a good tan.
What possesses
people to rip off their clothes in the middle of a crowded stadium?
No, it's not the Budweiser. That just gives you the courage. Some old
school chums of mine went streaking through the local Dairy Queen wearing
jock straps for masks back in the 70s when streaking was the
fashionable thing to do. And of course “shooting the moon” (or
the “stars” from the ladies) from a moving vehicle was almost a
daily occurrence back then. Women taking off their tops while
sitting on their boyfriend's shoulders at rock concerts was less
fashionable, but it made for a good story at the next beer blast. I
very nearly dropped my towel and swam naked at Ballys one day, though
it would have only been a good laugh for a few friends in the place.
But who on Earth takes off their clothes amid thousands of strangers,
and in front of TV cameras, for a few fleeting moments of fame
followed by a night in jail and a police record for lewd and
lascivious behavior? St. Louis boys! No need to thank us. Just
remember us fondly.