While his buddy Tom over there has those sultry kissable, cupids bow lips, Tim's got, um, sausage fangers. I confess that there are some height nazis on staff here at VT, and that did sway the vote a little.
But how can we not choose the one candidate that looks to be the spawn of Joe Pesci and Elvis (of the Vegas days). Sure he's got the dimples, and maybe even some cool-ish hair, but really, at the end of the day, what ladies want are babes. And well, Tom ain't. He's a Potsie not a Fonzie. Tom, maybe ya oughtta ditch pretty boy Tim. He's not helping your case.