Let's Talk About Frankie's Body In PGA Tour 2K23

The Fore Play gents continue their eye-watering tour of dominance through the world of golf media. It seems only yesterday they were posting Zoom clips of podcast discussions about unattended tour events. Yet today, it must be said that their juggernautical golf presence is both undeniable and lasting—provided their playable characters in 2K Games' PGA Tour 2K23 have anything to say for them. 

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    Good God. This truly is nuts. As far as I know, there is no Big Cat character in Madden; no Brandon Walker in the NCAA Football games; no Jordyn Woodruff in My Little Pony: Twilight Sparkle, Teacher for a Day. Riggs, Trent, and Frankie broke first trail on the path to a personalized gaming footprint. Well done, guys. 

    Personally, I'm thrilled. With a generously beefed-out Frankie avatar to play with, it's the closest I've come to having him completely under my control. The marriage between eroticism and gaming harkens back, in my experience, to smashing space bar repeatedly in the strip clubs of Duke Nukem 3D. And now, thanks to the provocative minds at 2K games, I can feast on Frankie's flanks in the comfort of my living room. 

    Let's take a look at how the Hentai version compares to our favorite female fullback. And I say fullback because that's how I leave him, not because he bears any resemblance to Mike Alstott:

    Check out that Cranston! Gap wedge, please. Let's toss those legs over his shoulders and check for ticks. No need to fix your divots with this one, folks. Do not expect to hear him approach, either. Those thighs stand no chance of rubbing. That's the sort of gap where, if it were trees, you'd have no doubt about blasting through instead of punching out and taking your medicine. 

    You know what they say: an apple a day keeps the doctor away, and an Adam's Apple shaved gets the plastic surgeon paid. Trust me—I had to foot the bill for Frankie's tracheal trim, and let's just say we hope you'll buy plenty of Barstool Golf quarter zips this spring. It was worth it though. Now I can run a wet finger from his clavicle to his bottom lip without a jostle. No wonder the stats guy gave him high marks for both transition and shaping: 

    Power 71 though? Lol. Maybe when he's in heat. 

    Last but not least, let's see him in action:

    Just an absolute father to my adopted children, right there. Head down, ass up, that's the way we like to… chip? Beefy as a burger at the turn. Yuminy Christmas! 

    Grab the game before I buy all the copies. Hat tip, Foreplay.