I find it a little odd that we have a name for a random crazy dude who runs across a sports field while wearing no clothes. A streaker. But we have no name for a guy that does it while fully clothed.
What do we call that guy? An Asshole! Yeah, that's right. That guy is an asshole. We as a society don't want to see that guy. We would rather have our beloved sporting event interrupted by the naked guy, the streaker. Get off the field, you clothed dick! Bring in the naked guy. Call us when you have no clothes on. If you are going to cause a disruption, make an effort. We want to see the fat naked guy run around the soccer field and then get tackled by some unfortunate rent-a-cop. That's pretty awkward for the poor security schlub that can actually run. If it were me, I'd just taze the guy and leave it at that. Let the medical people cart him off. They are used to that kind of thing.
You don't see streakers at certain sporting events, though. They are usually found at soccer matches or maybe the occasional baseball or football game. You don't see them at the Women's Gymnastics events at the Olympics. That would just be creepy. Some middle-aged fat naked dude running among 14 year-old Chinese tumbling freaks. Of course, a nude guy running across a soccer field isn't just a little creepy in itself. You also don't see streakers at swimming meets. I would give extra credit points to a streaker that dove in the pool au natural and swum a few laps.
In recent years, streakers have started putting advertisements on their body for websites and other stuff. So now we technically have professional streakers. You might be at a party and meet someone new.
Friend- "Hey this is Bob."
You-"Well hey Bob. What do you do?"
Bob-"I am in advertising."
You- "Oh really, what companies have you done ads for?"
Bob- "Oh, Golden Palace.com"
You- "What do you do, print, TV, billboards, radio?"
Bob- "No, I do more of a live advertisement. You know, live events. Kind of a billboard, you could say."
WARNING! Half naked man with chicken cod-piece may reside below!!! You have been warned!!!!
WARNING! No really! He may have a diaper on his head, too.
WARNING! You don't believe me, do you? You will when you see the clothespins.
The irony is that everyone gets upset when we see a one-millionth of a second flash of Janet Jackson's boob. But, heaven forbid you have a streaker that has his clothes on. That guy's a dick. You want to see the naked guy. There must be some sort of homo-erotic thing going on there. Everyone is laughing their asses off, watching this guy for 5 minutes, while the security people are chasing him around the field like some modern day Keystone Cops. No, we have a freaking fit over what we may or may have not seen when Janet had her little, "malfunction."