The physical exercise required to compete in rugby happens to perfectly align with my idea of the most boner-inducing male specimen. Thighs that could put you in a potentially fatal but worth it choke hold? Why, yes ma'am. A water polo torso (but luckily and inexplicably usually covered in a carpet of hair)? I'm there! Arms that remind me of when I was attracted to Gaston from Beauty and the Beast as a kid but didn't quite realize it yet? Goes without saying. And of course, there are the butts. The beautiful, round rugby rumps that you could just eat... dinner off of.
Rugby's piles of sweaty men, lack of uniform padding, silkiest of silky shorts, and skimpiest of undies leads me to believe that the sport was indeed invented by a brilliant homosexual. These elements also lead to the well publicized phenomenon of bare butts on the field, caused by one sweaty man accidentally pulling down the shorts of another sweaty man - his sweaty fingertips grasping the sweaty elastic band, his sweaty knuckles grazing the sweaty butt of the other man. The scent, lingers.
Anyway, where the hell was I. Oh ya - the folks over at The Huffington Post UK put together this video featuring so many rugby butts that your genitals won't know how to react. Mine just died. Enjoy.