Archive for February, 2011
It’s 4:19, You Gotta Minute?
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• Justin Bieber’s ringtone is Mike Gundy’s “I’m a man! I’m 40!” rant? Alrighty then. [Larry Brown Sports]
• Michael Vick’s headed to the Oprah show. [With Leather]
• Video of a referee refusing to start a game until a coach cleans up all the garbage he threw on the ice. [Puck Daddy]
• A church bought the scoreboard from the Orlando Magic’s old arena. [The Basketball Jones]
• Hooray! Jayson Werth’s beard is back! [D.C. Sports Bog]
• Peter King vs. Jayson Whitlock: who ya got? [Kissing Suzy Kolber]
• A trick shot soccer video, anyone? [Off the Bench]
• Headline: “Lakers forward Pau Gasol before infamous first shaving” [The Sports Hernia Blog]
• NBA-themed Valentine’s Day cards, anyone? [TAUNTR]
• And if NBA isn’t your bag, how about some of the NHL variety? [TAUNTR]
• The Onion Headline of the Day, Part II: Report: Antismoking Group Has Never Even Tried Cigarettes
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As far as mayoral positions are concerned, holding office as the mayor of Las Vegas might be the sweetest gig out there. Sure, being the mayor of Des Moines, Iowa might have its own unique rewards, but I have to go with being the mayor of Sin City as the city civil servant position most coveted out of them all. And that doesn’t even take into account that the current mayor of Las Vegas, Oscar Goodman, on behalf of the grand town, has the honor of officially greeting the 2011 Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition models to Vegas later this week, much like he did last year when he greeted the stunning edition of sultry and sexy models from the 2010 edition (see photos).
Here’s how Swimsuit Model Week in Sin City is scheduled to play out (via the Las Vegas Sun):
After Wednesday’s official welcome by our Merry Mayor of Mirth Oscar Goodman, the ladies celebrate with their first luncheon at STK at The Cosmopolitan. Mid-afternoon, they watch the Jabbawockeez at Diablo’s Cantina at the Monte Carlo, capped by a big 9 p.m. party at LAX at the Luxor.
Thursday starts at 10 a.m. with the temporary renaming of The Strip as Swimsuit Boulevard, with Oscar officiating the new signs outside the Monte Carlo. At noon, the swimsuit models appear at Fashion Show mall and then split up for a meet-and-greet and autograph session at the Hard Rock Hotel’s retail store and Rao’s at Caesars Palace with Imperial Palace headliners Human Nature.
Wow. Swimsuit models and Human Nature, whoever they are? Sounds like a grand old time, although it would have been cooler if the headliners had instead been The Human League, especially in light of all the comely ladies who will be present. “Don’t you want me, baby?” indeed.
Swimsuit models await ‘S.I.’ cover girl verdict as they pack for Las Vegas [Las Vegas Sun]
What in the name of Lisa Bonet in Angel Heart is going on around here? I guess you could say, as far as the 2011 NBA All-Star Game is concerned, the brain wizards behind the event are going to Let Love Rule. Otherwise, how else can we explain their decision to not only have 1990s retread Lenny Kravitz perform at the All-Star Game this coming Sunday, but have also chosen to utilize Lenny’s “new” song (I put “new” in quotes because it sounds exactly like every other song he has ever done), “Come On Get It.” Far out, man.
Now, as far as acts who usually headline these kind of events, Lenny Kravitz isn’t necessarily a terrible choice, just one that would have made much more sense about 18 years ago. Now, I was a casual fan of Lenny way back in the day, but his time has long since passed.Agree? Disagree? Let me put it to you this way, relating to the questionable decision of having Lenny Kravitz perform, Are You Gonna Go My Way? Or are you with the NBA on this one? Tough call, and I understand it’s a tough spot to be in, but I got to, got to know…
(puts on giant afro wig, plays air drums)
[H/T Pro Basketball Talk]
Portly New York Yankees pitcher CC Sabathia showed up at George M. Steinbrenner Field in Tampa on Monday looking surprisingly svelte – well, let us just say he appeared svelte compared to his usual pudgy appearance. Sabathia rerports that he lost 25 pounds during the offseason, getting his weight down to a “manageable” 290 pounds. Sabathia credits the weight loss to one minor change he made to his diet: managing to ignore the sugary siren song of, in my opinion, the most magically delicious of all breakfast cereals (suck it, Lucky Charms): Cap’n Crunch.
Via the New York Daily News:
“Not eating Cap’n Crunch every day,” Sabathia revealed when asked what changes he made to his diet to help him trim down from 315 lbs. to 290 since the end of last season. “I’m actually what it says on the back of my card.”
Such drastic weight loss simply from shunning a cereal makes total sense, because if you’re anything like me, Cap’n Crunch is like the crunchy breakfast cereal equivalent of crack. Once that box is opened, there’s no stopping until every oaty morsel has been devoured and I’m left with a borderline case of nausea and the roof of my mouth left cut up and raw due to shoveling spoonful after spoonful of the irregular, jagged-shaped deliciousness. But hey, raw mouth and gut rot is a small price to pay for such a tasty indulgence. I only wonder how long it will be before Sabathia succumbs to the lure of the Captain, falls off the wagon and is seen freebasing crunch berries in the dugout. It’s a slippery slope, kids.
CC Sabathia drops 25 pounds, says not eating Cap’n Crunch is key to Yankee ace’s weight loss [New York Daily News]
Killer seats, dude! Great work, NFL and Jerry Jones.
The above photo was sent to USA Today by Thomas Noone, one of the fans who showed up at Cowboys Stadium for Super Bowl XLV and were informed that the NFL would not be able to honor their end of the deal and accommodate the ticket holders with what each and ever single one of the them rightfully deserved and expected: a freaking seat at the Super Bowl. Instead, the Super Bowl XLV Refugees were rounded up, transported and ultimately placed in the above deplorable Super Bowl seating conditions.
Mr. Noone provided the following rightfully bitter message along with the photo:
“This is a photograph of the area we where relocated to by the Dallas Cowboy Organization for the Super Bowl. Let me know your opinion and feel free to let anyone you know how poorly we where treated. No seats, could not go to get food from the concession area and not allow to leave the area to tour the stadium.”
Harsh. And how much did the Noones pay for their tickets, you ask? $800 a pop. For that view. Crap, even Bob Uecker thinks these “seats” suck.
Non-seated Super Bowl fan shares look at ‘terrible’ accommodations [USA Today]
Robert Cook, known as one of the members of the “Never Missed A Super Bowl Club” from those annoying VISA commercials, has sadly passed away at the age of 79.
Cook missed his first Super Bowl last week after an illness that eventually took his life prevented him from making the trip to Dallas for Super Bowl XLV. But now is not the time for sadness. Instead, let us celebrate the wonderful life Cook enjoyed and all the amazing memories he created for himself by attending every Super Bowl. Further, Cook is now in a better place after shuffling off this mortal coil and booked his ticket to the Great Big Eternal Super Bowl In The Sky. Picture it: a Super Bowl experience free of all the crap we have become accustomed to due to the nauseating over-hyping of the event: no travel headaches, no epic national anthem fails, no lackluster halftime shows and most importantly, no Jerry Jones and the NFL selling tickets at ridiculous prices for seats that people could very well have possibly died in while watching the game from an obstructed view… or on monitors. See? You’re feeling better about Cook’s death already.
Member of ‘Never Missed a Super Bowl’ club dies [Chicago Tribune]
“Hey, check that out. New ads promoting Sports Illustrated’s 2011 Swimsuit Issue. Boy, I don’t know who she is but that gal is one fine slice of hottie hottie boomba—AHHHhhhhhhh!”
/falls down stairs, fractures pelvis
I don’t know, man. If you ask me, having these ads popping up all over New York City is a sure-fire recipe for total disaster. Talk about just begging for personal injury lawsuits.
To keep up-to-date regarding all things 2011 Swimsuit Issue-related, check out the associated Facebook page.
So she’s telling me there’s a chance. Yeah! I am so sure the “xoxo” was meant exclusively for me.
Okay, perhaps not, but on this Valentine’s Day, Miss Andrews truly treasures your desperate lovesick missives sent to her via her Twitter account. It’s almost like Cupid drew his bow, took aim and his arrow struck you square in the heart. Only in this age of social media, you proceeded to feel the need to tweet about it. How romantical. And while Erin Andrews appreciates the messages and love tweets, there’s no need to get all stalky now, internet troglodytes. That would be wholly inappropriate.
Spitting? Outdoors? On a golf course? Oh, the humanity! Won’t somebody please think of the children?
Thankfully, the European Tour had the good sense to take on the role of morality police and will be fining Tiger Woods an undisclosed amount due to his “reprehensible” behavior Sunday during the Dubai Desert Classic when he spit on the 12th green, which is apparently a breach of the Tour’s highfalutin code of conduct.
The Tour’s statement, via The Telegraph:
“The Tournament Director, Mike Stewart, has reviewed the incident and feels there has been a Breach of the Tour Code of Conduct and consequently Tiger Woods will be fined.”
The undisclosed fine will be communicated immediately via Woods’s representatives in the United States.
Well, that’s a relief. It’s high time an organization had the courage to take a stand and crack down on the shameful behavior commonly exhibited by professional golfers while competing. Now that this dreadful spitting ordeal has been addressed, I hope we can move on from this tragedy and expect only the most civilized demeanor out of pro golfers from this point forward. Enough with all the barbarism.
I only wonder if Tiger’s spitting was originally reported by a fan watching on television. As we all know now, the lazy schlub sitting on his couch playing tattletale should be the real moral authority on what does or does not occur on the golf course during a tournament.
Tiger Woods guilty of breaking European Tour’s code of conduct and fined for spitting at Dubai Desert Classic [The Telegraph]
Fellas, did Valentine’s Day sneak up on you again? Are you finding yourself frazzled while frantically searching for a last minute gift idea to please the special lady in your life? Fret no longer, and you can thank Oklahoma Thunder superstar Kevin Durant for uploading a photo of these bad boys and effectively saving your procrastinating ass…well, as long as your special lady friend happens to be a woman on the go who doesn’t have the time to change out of her basketball shoes after a 3-on-3 pickup game before strutting her stuff on a street corner.
That’s right, kiddos: the high-heeled hooker-street baller hybrid high-tops are here. Killer. With these fashionable yet functional kicks, your gal can instantly go from dropping dimes on the court to turning tricks on the street. Time is money, people.
To be honest, I have no idea whether or not these are real – nor do I have any inclination to do any additional research on the topic – but if they are, I have one thing to ask: Who are the ad wizards who came up with this one?
Actually, if we could somehow convince the WNBA to outfit their players in these shoes…nah…those gals have enough trouble as it is, although I have the suspicion this guy would absolutely love the idea.
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• At least that’s how the Russians see it, as indicated by the results of a recent survey which found that 32% of Russians polled believe the Earth is the center of the solar system. On the other hand, Americans fared much better concerning their rudimentary knowledge of basic astronomical facts, as 72% of those polled in a 2008 poll were aware that the Earth orbits the sun. USA! USA! USA! Nevertheless, that still means 28% of Americans are total morons. Huh. I would have guessed it would have been a much higher percentage. Have you been out in public lately? [msnbc]
• Minnesota Vikings defensive end Ray Edwards is going to take up boxing if there is an NFL lockout. [The Daily Norseman]
• David Beckham is a Good Samaritan. [Larry Brown Sports]
• Here’s an interesting touchdown dance. [With Leather]
• Mario Lemieux did not hold back when discussing the fallout of the punchy game between the Islanders and Penguins. [Puck Daddy]
• Glen “Big Baby” Davis does not have what we commonly refer to as “mad hops.” [Bob's Blitz]
• Forget about psychic octopi, how about a soothsaying possum? [Off the Bench]
• Was Wally Szczerbiak the inspiration for the Geico Caveman? [The Sports Hernia Blog]
• Mark Sanchez on MTV’s Skins? [TAUNTR]
• The Onion Headline of the Day: Vending Machine Attendant Admits B3 Selection Has Changed A Lot Over The Years
Here's me planning my vacation itinerary
That’s right, dear readers. Ol’ Weed has looked into the barren sports abyss that is the week after the Super Bowl and decided that this was the perfect opportunity to take one of my two one-week vacations of the year away from writing this here blog.
Yes, it be true: an entire week without the Sportress of Blogitude. Try to maintain control of your emotions. Unfortunately, being a one-man show has its drawbacks, and this is one of them, although I may pop in from time to time this week if something comes up.
In any event, I’ll be back next week. Have a great one. One last thought, be sure to head on over to Yardbarker’s T.G.I. Sunday for their fantastic coverage of Super Bowl week, in particular the stellar work done by one Alana G. Big ups to her. Oh, and on that note, congratulations to Super Bowl champion Green Bay Packers. Woo-hoo.
See you next Monday, kiddos.
It’s 4:19, You Gotta Minute?
Posted by:• The Most Important Sports News Ever. [With Leather]
• My good pal Josiah filed this report from Philly’s Wing Bowl. [Off the Bench]
• Eminem is reportedly going to have a commercial on during the Super Bowl. [Busted Coverage]
• Ha. Islanders goalie Rick DiPietro is out 4-6 weeks due to facial fractures after getting his ass whipped by Brent Johnson in a goalie fight. [Puck Daddy]
• Maurkice Pouncey will not be playing in the Super Bowl. [Rumors & Rants]
• If you have ever wondered how the Green Bay Packers got their name, here you go. [Shutdown Corner]
• Oh no: Alvin Gentry has lost respect for KG. [The Basketball Jones]
• Introducing James Harrison’s Tempur-Pedic Tackling Pillow. [TAUNTR]
• So, what does a football player do when he has to pee? [Bob's Blitz]
• The Onion Headline of the Day, Part II: Microphone Really Creeped Out By Being So Close To Ben Roethlisberger’s Face
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To be perfectly honest, to refer to that wispy, stray strands of hair sprouting above his upper lip a mustache is giving the San Francisco Giants pitcher Tim Lincecum far too much credit. That’s not a mustache, that’s an onlyifyoufeelikeitstache. That’s the kind of mustache people grow in the Bizarro World.
This photo comes courtesy of Comcast Sportsnet Bay and I have to admit it gave a nice late afternoon chuckle. The scarf ain’t helping, either. But he really does kind of resemble a young John Waters, does he not? I don’t know, maybe he’s going for a young Vito Corleone look but can’t pull it off due to his inability to grow a real man’s mustache like De Niro.
[H/T Hardball Talk]
