Arizona State: frat boy oasis?

Arizona State should be able to win any recruiting battle, for any player, anytime.

Why?

Because at ASU, even this guy winds up next to a couple of hot blond coeds.

Road-tripping to Tempe, Ariz., is a treacherous journey if you drive with a lead foot. There are enough speed-enforcement cameras to put half of Hollywood's paparazzi out of work.

Once you're there, it's every frat boy's fantasy. Heck, it's paradise for anybody who reads Maxim. This is the place that brought America the Tempe 12, and it's just down the road from The Dirty's hometown of Scottsdale. With more than 68,000 undergraduates (the largest number in the nation) you can find every kind of student. That means athletes, bookworms, and — of course — party animals.

In the middle of an intense game at Wells Fargo Arena, you'll still find a dozen people outside puffing on cigarettes in hopes of balancing the buzz from whatever was in their "soda" bottle. One bathroom stall alone had six airline-size liquor containers and a can of chewing tobacco strewn on the floor.

Not all Sun Devils are there to party, but those who are take their job seriously.

After an upset of UCLA on Thursday night, the ASU band didn't waste time with a fight song or tired ol' alma mater ... they played the emo/punk/pop anthem "Sugar, We're Going Down" by Fall Out Boy.

Cheerleaders — who seemed to number in the bazillions — scurried out of the aisles as fans rushed the court. They had faithfully patrolled those steps the entire game, ensuring no fan would forget when to leer, um, cheer. Maybe security should look into pom-poms as a new method of crowd control. Then again, nothing was going to stop the place from looking like this:

Granted, it was an extra-large crowd for this matchup of top 20 teams. Arizona State recorded a season-high with 13,368 in attendance. A spokesman estimated the student section at about 5,000 strong.

One reporter on the UCLA beat said it was louder than the Bruins' extra-rowdy games this season at Texas, Oregon and USC.

Just imagine what it was like later that night on Mill Avenue.

—Adam Rose