The guy with a mullet yelling at the ump from the third tier...
The behemoth of a woman leaning forward and exposing her black thong and accompanying "Daddy's Lil'' Princess" trampstamp...
The drunken bleacher monkey that is 6 beers deep, shirtless, and exposing his back hair, in the first quarter...
The meathead that's wearing a wife-beater, Oakley blades and an impressive array of fake gold chains...
As the fall sports season settles into full swing, stadiums around the nation are filling up with fans like the ones described above. They’re no fun to sit next to, but are a blast to mock from a distance.
Every Tuesday, we'll post our favorite Fan of the Week along with a brief description of what makes them stand out amongst their “peers”. In order to comb the nation for the elite stadium fanatics, we’re counting on you, the readers, to hunt them down and send us your finest.
This week's inaugural installment of the Fan of the Week features the shirtless, drunken, monkey. The shirtless, drunken monkey is a well-populated species in St. Louis and has been known to migrate out to the West and down South. He can usually be found in the bleachers or upperdeck...although is not confined to those territories. The shirtless drunken monkey's objectives are much like a cheap hooker's - get as belligerently drunk as possible until you can convince yourself that you look hot, and then have the time of your life.

Shirtless, drunken monkey can also be spotted post-game at bars in close proximity to the stadium. He arrives at games late and leaves early - to maximize his drunkenness. After all, vendors stop serving alcohol in the 7th inning.
After the game, he is usually seen being escorted out of the bar around 11PM, just when all of his normal, clothed buddies are starting to have a good time.
When this picture was taken, the high temperature in downtown St. Louis was a whopping 68 degrees. Why this hoosier decided to go "skins" is beyond me. Also for your reference, this picture was not taken in between the top and bottom halves of the 7th inning. No need to stand, shirtless drunken monkey…
...although, I heard chicks dig the exposed boxer-shorts and beer gut look.
If you’ve seen a candidate for “Fan of the Week” and captured the specimen on camera, send them along to matt@joesportsfan.com. Whatever the creature, we want to see them…and mock them too.
In 1988, the Baltimore Orioles were forced to revert to traditional uniform pants when the button on Floyd Rayford's elastic waist band rocketed into the crowd and injured three fans.