#Fantasy football ‘loser’ parades around in women’s bikini bottom — again

Angelo Boemio once again found himself in the hot seat Monday, four years after he went viral for sauntering down Route 9 in New Jersey wearing a pink Speedo.

The chef and restaurant owner’s skin-baring walk of shame was an agreed-upon punishment for finishing dead last in his fantasy football league, which adopted the humiliating statute five years ago. As part of the agreement, the last-place finisher each year has to walk for 10 minutes holding a “I suck at fantasy football sign” down the popular Toms River thoroughfare.

This year, Boemio sucked once again. But he found himself much more prepared for the consequences.

“I had a drink to loosen up, and I just said, ‘It’s showtime,’” he told The Post.

In 2016, the video of Boemio in the banana hammock was picked up by news outlets from as far away as New Zealand and the United Kingdom. It also made him a local celebrity, especially among the customers at his family’s restaurant Three B’s in Lakehurst, NJ.

“Months later, people were coming in and asking if I was the pink Speedo guy. We have a lot of elderly customers, and the ladies in different clubs would come in and be giggling, and I would be like, ‘Alright, take it easy, girls.’”

Angelo Boemio’s walk of shame.

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Last time, Boemio wore a Lucha Libre wrestling mask to attempt to conceal his identity, but this year he let his bearded mug be exposed. And while losers in his league have slimmed down for their bikini reveal, Boemio, 47, actually packed on more pounds.

“I kept saying that I was going to be in shape this time. I had already lost some weight and then COVID happened. I put on what I lost plus another 20 to 30 pounds.”

He also had tossed his famous pink number, so he had to find a suit at the last minute on a holiday weekend. After scouring a few stores, he found an XXXL bikini bottom in the women’s clearance section at Walmart.

“It held everything where it was supposed to be. That was the best $3 I ever spent,” says the Philadelphia Eagles season ticket holder.

There was also considerably more traffic than usual with a line of backed-up cars slowing down to cheer on Boemio. NJ Transit bus drivers honked and people were hanging out of sunroofs and windows waving. A few drivers even pulled over and got out of their cars to film Boemio’s one-man parade of humiliation.

“One guy even passed by and said, ‘I see you’ve been hitting the gym.’ I wanted to say, ‘Hey, buddy, go scratch.’ But you take the good with the bad” — the good being the lighthearted fun, compared to an otherwise bleak year. “My wife keeps asking when we will stop doing this, but I think it was nice to put a smile on people’s faces. Also, many of the guys in my league are business owners, so it’s been a rough few months with COVID. It was one day where we can all have a belly laugh. It was good for everyone.”

League member Mike Durazzo, who owns La Fontana pizzeria in Brick, NJ, came up with the rule, and said that it’s infinitely more exciting when Boemio loses.

“The other guys train for six months before so they are in shape. He just doesn’t care. Angelo is such a fun-loving guy. He is a big teddy bear and he works really hard, so he likes to enjoy the time he has off.”

Their league costs $1,000 to join and now has a wait list.

But after the panty parade is finished, reality sets in. “The scary part is when it’s over and we go to draft,” said Durazzo, adding that it puts the pressure on everyone to pick their team wisely. “I warn them all, next year, it’s going to be any one of us this room walking up the street in a Speedo.”