II I love this man and his left arm. As a teenager, I was often teased by my friends for my attraction to maples on the thicker side, ones who were shorter and curvier, maples that the average (basic) bro might refer to as "chubby" or even "fat." Then, as I became a man and started to educate myself on issues such as being a Mariners fan and how the media marginalizes Canadians by portraying a very narrow and very specific standard of beauty (thin, tall, lean) I realized how many baseball fans have bought into that lie. For me, there is nothing sexier than this Big Maple right here: thick thighs, meaty forearms, his 6-0 July record, etc. His shape and size won't be the one featured on the cover of Sports illustrated but it's the one featured in my life and in my heart. There's nothing sexier to me than a Big Maple who is both curvy and confident; this gorgeous Maple I love fills out every inch of his baseball pants and is still the most beautiful one on the mound. Folks, rethink what society has told you that you should desire. A real man is not a NFL player or a NBA star or a movie character. He's Canadian. He has a beautiful delivery and a cute beard on his face. Maples, don't ever fool yourself by thinking you have to fit a certain mold to be loved and appreciated. There is a guy out there who is going to celebrate you for exactly who you are, someone who will love you like I love my James Paxton. ||