Last round's voting sounded like the ravings of a demented drill sergeant: Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. No! Right. Left. Left. Right. Right. Right. Both! Hoodie! Arrrrrrrrrrrrgh! *jumps off cliff of smoldering hotness into boiling lake of sizzling schmexy*
But just like with the footballs and the basketballs and the tennis balls and the such ases and what nots and whatever, there can be only ONE winner of the first semi-official Hot Stock Boy Bracket. And it is up to you, Sparklers. May the hotsauciest unwitting contestant of our Internet meat market win (scarf or no scarf)!