What makes men happy? You don't want to know.

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Guys like this will always find a way to show off in the locker room.

Dicks hard fucking and getting sucked outside the showers

 Coal miner's clean up in mass shower scene. Love it!

Alone in the locker room he strips

"This is all I ever wanted to see in high school. He would have fueled my 'bate for a month."

Bobby Orr in a jockstrap with pubes sticking out of the pouch sides

Vintage men in the locker room showers and no one was hiding behind their towel like a pussy.

The fellas weren't shy about shaving in the  nude at the sinks.  They let it all hang out proudly.

                                            Old-fashioned nude and tighty-whities weigh-ins were common.

These look just like the old YMCA showers at Stonestown, San Francisco, before they added crummy dividers and curtains.  If anything, they try to shame guys back into hiding.  

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Column by Rick S. Alvord / The Daily News     ·                                    Jan 20, 2010

Ladies, are you having trouble understanding what makes men tick? What makes them truly happy?

I mean, besides some of the obvious things such as nacho platters, thong undies (on you, not them), Ichiro bobbleheads and the movie "Old Yeller." Those are a given.

It can be an agonizing challenge, no doubt, especially for younger ladies attempting to find a decent fellow. Because, as we all know, they don't exactly grow decent fellows on trees these days.

Many of you understand the basics. Like why your man slathers ranch dressing on everything you cook. Why he laughs at The Three Stooges.

I'm here to spill the man beans on one more detail that might be escaping you.

Listen up: Guys love locker rooms.

Not all guys, but definitely more than you think.

Oh, you won't get any of them to admit it. They'll tell you, straight to your face, that occupying space in a men's locker room is disgusting.

Ripping farts and passing the shit paper

Fart, stink, it's all okay

Bros pissing and ripping farts

I like having the urinal conveniently located in the shower

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Back in the 70s, eveyone stripped into/out of required jocks.

 But during my quarter-century of covering sports for five different newspapers, it appears to me that some members of the male species are having quite a good time in there.

We had these in grade school and high school. One size fits all heights and keeps the piss off the floor.

Open shitters and pissers with showers on the other side of a short wall -- military training center.

Inspiration resembling Italian Marble Statues of Superheroes. 

For many of these men, the locker room is a place to bond. Think about it. Where else are women not allowed, where only dudes are free to roam — sans clothing — to celebrate their caveman roots?

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Just a few weeks ago, I visited a Longview health club and stumbled upon an acquaintance who was sitting on a towel draped over a bench, reading the newspaper. He called me over to point out a mistake in one of my stories (he was wrong, by the way). When I arrived, I noticed he was completely nude.

I resisted gouging my eyes out with car keys. I politely listened to his complaint and excused myself.

But it got me thinking — is this particular gentleman not permitted to read the newspaper in the buff at home? Would his significant other roll her eyes and tell him to go find his pants?

From 1991 to 1996, I covered the Seattle Mariners full-time. Players used the "clubhouse" — don't ever call it a "locker room" if you want to be taken seriously as a big-league beat writer — as their personal playground to do all of the things they couldn't do at home.

It was not uncommon to be interviewing a player at his locker when one of his teammates a few lockers away passed gas — loudly.

When this occurred, anyone within earshot laughed hysterically, like it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard. And if you want to be taken seriously as a big-league beat writer, you better laugh along with them.

Former Mariners slugger Jay Buhner occasionally conducted interviews standing nude at his locker, which featured a rather fancy-looking horse saddle sitting on a stool directly in front of him.

Buhner, a native Texan and avid outdoorsman, was quite the free-spirited jokester. For some reason, it didn't seem odd that he brought a saddle into the clubhouse.

A naked bald man standing in front of a horse saddle? Nope, nothing weird about that.

There were other images that either made me giggle or want to drive my car off a cliff: Lou Piniella drinking coffee in his underwear; a young Alex Rodriguez fussing over his hair; Ken Griffey Jr. and Lee Tinsley playing cards at a table two hours before the game, taking all of the rookies' money; former manager Jim Lefebvre (1989-91) flexing his muscles in front of the body-length mirror in his office.

The Mariners' clubhouse smelled like Ben Gay much of the time, which was a bouquet of roses compared to some of the high school football locker rooms I have visited.

A few years back, I remember some ripe-smelling boys who were a few days away from a berth in the state playoffs. I found myself standing in this team's locker room as players dragged out their dusty, musty, crusty practice uniforms for a rainy afternoon workout.

Out of nowhere, my nose was hijacked by the unmistakable smell of a single sweat-stained tube sock, one that apparently had been buried underground in a jar since 1967. The only thing missing was a yellow biohazard streamer.

That smell stayed with me for six hours.

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 a ripe pair of shorts he just scored as he talks about the stench of another man and unloads his sperm.

All men are pigs.

So, ladies, if you take anything away from this, it has to be that some guys enjoy being naked for no particular reason inside a smelly room that may or may not include a horse saddle. And sooner or later, someone in that room will pass gas.

Now, go out and find yourself a decent fellow. You can thank me later.

Rick S. Alvord is sports editor of The Daily News. He can be reached atralvord@tdn.com or 577-2527.

They look good out on the field, nude and fresh from the locker room showers.

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