Monday, August 6, 2007


It was a great weekend in baseball for milestones, we hear. Alas, we did not have the good fortune of witnessing any of them, for we were dragged invited to a Dave Matthews concert in Hartford on Saturday, and despite no longer being in high school, we obliged and went along. (Hey, it wasn't all that bad!) We did not get back in front of a TV until 2 a.m., sadly, when we watched on SportsCenter a very bizarre Barry Bonds' post-game press conference, where he spoke glowingly about Hank Aaron, Alex Rodriguez, and Tom Glavine; it may have been the cerebral, but for at least that moment, he came across as a pretty gracious fellow.

Anyway, we were back in our apartment last night, in time to see a few innings of the Mets/Cubs game. It was the bottom of the 7th and it looked like the Mets' bullpen was about to blow the game for Glavine -- you could feel the tension! Glavine's soaw wife couldn't sit still! -- but Aaron Heilman (we think) slammed the door on all that, and then Mets went on to cruise to a 8-3 win. So we offer our congratulations to Glavine, and all that.


Via Kickette comes this photo of Abagail Clancy, (former?) girlfriend of English soccer star Peter Crouch. Yes, we realize it was quite the weekend around baseball -- and we'll get to it later today with our "analysis" -- but there's no easier post on a Monday morning than this, and unlike The Champ, as he is prone to do, we weren't about miss this lay-up.

Friday, August 3, 2007


Between Lucy Pinder, Michelle Marsh, and now Gemma Atkinson, we guess you could say we have a thing for British glamor models. Atkinson has been huuuling with Manchester United "star" Cristiano Ronaldo, and has also reportedly bedded Ronaldo's teammate, Alan Smith. So, you know, she's our kind of girl. More pictures of Gemma here.

Thursday, August 2, 2007


So, yeah: another day gone by, and all three of these "baseball milestones" remain unmet: Barry Bonds, creeped out by two guys painting themselves black; Tom Glavine, done in by a shitty bullpen; and ARod, who's not going to get another hit all season. Every year, it seems, baseball fans are bombarded with all these silly stats, which are updated on the hour, every hour, until one landmark or another is reached. All other games are suddenly considered unimportant, so much so that in the middle of a hotly contested match up between two teams fighting for first place in their respective divisions (Cubs and Phillies, last night), it is perfectly acceptable to cut away to a meaningless at-bat by a guy (Bonds) on one of the worst teams in baseball; or an at-bat that may result in a home run that will probably be followed by over 200 more in the guy's career (ARod); or an inning-by-inning highlight of a guy who's going for a "milestone" that 21 people have already reached (Glavine).

Granted, the all-time home run record is arguably an exception, as it is the greatest single record in all of sports (ed. note: we couldn't care less); but when it comes to these other milestones, really, who cares? They aren't even records, they are random statistics that become suddenly worthy of our attention because they end in two or three zeros. Maybe ESPN gets off on these moments, but for Cubs and Phillies fans, well, they got . . .

-- Tommy Gunz


Michael Strahan seems like a nice enough guy -- even after going apeshit on that poor ESPN reporter last season -- but we wish he would just give it a rest already about this whole retirement thing. Really, we just want him to make up his mind, either way, and then get back to a) playing football, or b) figuring out a way to get back all that stuff his wife sold at her garage sale a few months back. When healthy, of course, Strahan is one of the best DE's in the NFL; but two of the past three seasons, he has played in only 17 of 32 games. Apparently, that doesn't cause much concern for Daniel Snyder:

Owner Daniel Snyder likes Strahan after watching him battle his team in the NFC East, team sources have said, and should Strahan become available, the Redskins could become a suitor.

This has Bruce Smith circa 2000 written all over it, no?


If you are still wondering why we are such big fans of The Hills and Laguna Beach, then look no further than these pictures of Kristin Cavallari, or these of Heidi Montag. God cannot think thank Hollywood Tuna enough. No contest between the two, really: Kristin wins in a landslide. August 13th, The Hills premiere! We hope to have a preview of the new season coming soon, if Bagger still has hopes of revitalizing the sinking ship that is his blogging career.

Wednesday, August 1, 2007


When we first saw the headline, we thought: no fucking way. This is Donovan McNabb's wife? Then we realized the last name was off one letter, and that no way in the world could Donovan pull a chick as soaw as Mercedes McNab.


Via Fark comes this "preview" for S4 of Lost, one of our favorite shows. If you watch this clip closely, at about the 1:08 mark you can see the words "God loves you as He loved Jacob" flash across the screen. As is the case with all these "clues" that the writers keep throwing out there, we really have no idea what any of this all means. Hey, only six more months until the next episode!


Though the addition of Kevin Garnett has created much fervor in the city of Boston the past forty eight hours, it remains to be seen how the rest of the Celtics team will be constituted. It seems as though the C's may often have to play with two hands tied behind their back unless drastic changes are made. (We now have faith in Danny Ainge!) Reports have surfaced (ed. note: we have no clue if this is true) that Boston "coach" Doc Rivers said the Celts are "very interested" in Dikembe "Who Wants to Sex" Mutombo, and that they are also pursuing P.J. Brown, Michael Ruffin, Calvin Booth, and Scott Pollard. Apparently Bill Cartwright, Greg Kite and Michael Olowokandi were unavailable. One thing we are definitely looking forward to this season, for sure, are the gratuitous shots of KG's soaw tasty wife sitting courtside.

-- Tony 2 Hours


Though we have never actually seen the show, the concept behind “My Boys” seems like the most ridiculous idea for a TV series ever. Basically the show revolves around one soaw (Jordana Spiro) who is best friends with like 15 Tonys and none of them try to even huuul with her at all. They are all content to be friends and drink beers and play poker and listen to her jabber about being a sportswriter. We assume the producers must be saving the episode called "One of My Boys Buys Me Twelve Shots and Then Tries to Pound" for sweeps season.

-- Tony 2 Hours


Like every other red blooded American kid, we played baseball growing up, and by the time we reached high school, we were no longer an exceptionally strong hitter. One time, our coach asked us if we were swinging with our eyes closed, and, sadly, we weren't quite sure if he was kidding or not. Perhaps we should have tried our luck at the National Beep Baseball World Series:

In essence, a player -- pitched to by a sighted teammate -- has to detect the beeping, softball-sized ball, strike it and then race toward a buzzing base, reaching it before a fielder manages to grasp and control the beeping ball, having been alerted by its sound.

As in golf, spectators must be silent during the action, so that players can hear the sounds -- and hear any warning from sighted helpers that players are heading for collisions.

We say, forget that wretched Home Run Derby; this should totally be the All-Star Game festivities from now on.


Getting Soaw "contributor" Bagger was at The Stadium last night for the Yankees' slaughtering of the White Sox. Not only was he at the game, but he "had access into the area where [the players] walk out of the locker room," though we're not quite sure what that means, because we have never before had such a privilege. Astonishingly, Bagger did not get a single picture of ARod giving Derek Jeter a neck massage. In fact, he didn't get any pictures at all. For shame.

Anyway, the Yanks were unkind to Chicago, slapping them around to the tune of 16-3. They tied a franchise record with eight home runs, though Alex Rodriguez was not allowed to join in on the fun. He is 0-17 since hitting career home run No. 499. Poor guy. We feel like he will be stuck on that number for quite a while longer, or maybe his whole career, even.


Ok, in our personal effort to start following baseball more closely, we present this installment of our daily "feature," lamely titled "Peanuts Here." (We'll see how long this lasts).

In his effort to maintain the high level of futility he has exhibited thus far in his career as a GM (i.e., trading away Jason Schmidt, Jason Kendall, Sean Casey, Aramis Ramirez, and Chris Young for nothing in exchange), Dave Littlefield has made yet another mind boggling move at the trading deadline. This time, he decided to take Matt Morris (and his 7.94 ERA since mid-June) off the San Francisco Giants' hands.

Despite Morris' craptastic numbers, the Pirates agreed to pay the rest of his 2007 salary (over $10M), a ridiculous $9.5M in 2008, and a $1M buyout in 2009, at which point Morris will be approaching 35. Add all of this to the fact that the Pirates are not even close to being a playoff contender, and we have no choice but to believe that Dave Littlefield hates winning and loves causing misery to the fans of the Pittsburgh Pirates. And though the guys over at Honest Wagner say they actually like the deal, we found this "reason" pretty delightful: "5. I have not witnessed the recent struggles of Matt Morris. Ignorance is bliss. He comes to me with a clean slate." Ignorance is bliss, indeed.

-- Tommy Gunz


We were scrolling through Dan Shanoff's "a.m. Quickie" (that name give us the heeby jeebies) today when we came across this quote from Twins ace Johan Santana re: Minnesota's lack of a trade-deadline move:

"I'm not surprised. That's exactly how they are. That's why we're never going to go beyond where we've gone."

"It's not just about hope. In a realistic world, you have to really make it happen and go for it."

"You always talk about future, future. ... But if you only worry about the future, then I guess a lot of us won't be part of it."

"Why waste time when you're talking about something that's always going to be like that? It's never going to be beyond this point. It doesn't make any sense for me to be here, you know?"

Looked for a Twins blog for some fan reaction, but didn't really find any; this does not look so good for Minnesota, though. The best pitcher since Pedro Martinez was in his prime is essentially a) asking for a trade; or b) leaving via free agency after this season. If we weren't so lazy, we might actually look up which one it is.


Though we are disappointed with the results, all the votes have been counted (121!), and our readers have declared Jessica Alba more soaw than Jessica Biel. The final tally was 70-51, and it was never really in doubt, as Alba hovered around the 60% mark most of the time.

They are both legit 10s, obviously, and there is no real point arguing over which one is hotter. We just have a thing for Biel, we guess, and wish she had won, even if she did agree to participate in that whole "Who's Now?" nonsense.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007


With Patriots training camp heating up and the fan base expecting an undefeated season, we wondered if Boston wonder kid Theo Epstein might make a move to return his first place Red Sox to the forefront of the local papers and the airwaves of talk radio. We assume the situation must have become even more untenable once the Celtics acquired The Big Ticket from Minnesota. And we think we may have assumed correctly. From the man who brought you the signings of J.D Drew and Edgar Renteria, we now get the trade of three prospects in exchange for the two-month rental of reliever Eric Gagne. This to a team with the best bullpen in baseball. Makes about as much sense as letting Pedro Martinez and Derrick Lowe go and replacing them with Matt Clement.

-- Tony 2 Hours


Interesting item buried at the end of this Daily News gossip column today:

Which unlikely sports celebrity will soon be gracing a fitness magazine cover as part of a back-room deal to keep certain damaging hooker allegations out of a different publication?

Naturally, we have no idea, but what throws us off especially is the phrase "unlikely sports celebrity." We're not quite sure what that means, in this context. Is it even an athlete? Since we are not the type to throw out baseless rumors, we're not going to try to sully anyone's good name by taking a guess (ahem); but if you are so inclined to do so yourself, let us know who you think it is in the comments.


As you may have already realized, we're pretty big fans of Victoria Beckham. So when we saw that some site called had Beckham's "Coming to America" as one of their Top 10 Worst Celebrity Reality Shows . . . well, we had no reaction; we have never seen the show. But this little commentary was just uncalled for: "Cancelled [sic] immediately after Victoria Beckham discovered that everyone might soon realize she was ugly and pretty uninteresting."

Now that is just plain wrong. Look at that picture right there,, and take it all back.

[link via Extra Mustard]


We did not know that Brooke Burke was born in Hartford until just a few minutes ago. Being from CT ourselves, this makes us oddly proud. Anyway, she posed for Razor Magazine recently, and at age 36, is still looking incredibly soaw.


With the 2007 NFL season upon us, we thought we'd offer our little projections for each team's total wins, using the over/under lines posted by our favorite sportsbook. Helping out in the projections will be our copy of Pro Football Prospectus, the fine book from the guys at Football Outsiders. Up next, the Cleveland Browns.

We are feeling bad for the Cleveland Browns faithful already and the preseason has yet to even begin. You see, while Cleveland drafted three very good players this past April in Joe Thomas, Brady Quinn, and Eric Wright, they also sacrificed next year's No. 1 pick in their haste to trade up and select Quinn with the No. 22 overall pick. Now, we are not Brady Quinn haters around these parts, and if FO thinks he will be a very good QB (and they do), then we will tend to agree. The problem is that we don't think Quinn will be of much use this season, and that Cleveland will once again be dreadful; and if that's the case, they'll be shipping off a Top 5 pick in next year's draft to the Dallas Cowboys, which is going to set them back even further. (We're not sure any of that made much sense).

Vegas has the Browns at an over/under of six wins; FO projects them for 7.6. We are surprised by these numbers, to say the least. Cleveland plays home-and-homes with Cincinnati, Pittsburgh, and Baltimore: we think they go 1-5 in those games. Road games at NE, NYJ, and ARZ are three more losses right there. We see the only two "sure" wins as home against HOU, and on the road against OAK. Anyway, this preview is boring the hell out of us, so we're saying the Cleveland Browns go 3-13 next year and hand over the No. 1 overall pick to the Cowboys.

Vegas: 6.0 wins
Football Outsiders: 7.6 wins
Getting Soaw: 3.0 wins


This past Saturday, we headed down to Bleecker Street for lunch to try out this seafood place we were hearing good things about. We decided to go for one of the Happy Hour specials -- 6 Blue Point oysters and a glass of red wine for $8 -- and we were having a fine time. We are inexperienced oyster eaters, however, and when the various sauces arrived, we tried every one of them with great fervor: horseradish, Tabasco, and this purple onion and vinegar concoction. This proved to be a grave mistake, for we have a temperamental stomach; one hour later we were back at our apartment, our head in the toilet, cursing ourselves for being such a reckless eater.

We relay this tale to you only after hearing about Andy Roddick's latest problems. On Saturday, Roddick was playing in the semifinals of something called the Indianapolis Tennis Championships when he lost to unseeded Frank Dancevic. Roddick's "excuse" for the loss? He ate some bad fast food the night before and wasn't feeling very well. We can totally relate with Roddick here. After our oyster disaster, we had trouble even going down for our afternoon nap, and would never wish that experience upon anyone.


There are no asinine jokes to make here, because this is just sick and twisted:

A New York man has been charged with beating his mother to death with a barbell after losing his temper while watching a baseball game on television. . . .

His father Fred Fischman shouted at him to stop, but Anthony punched him in the face and threw him to the ground, according to the criminal charges.

When Anthony's mother, Maria Fischman, 61, tried to intervene, prosecutors said he stabbed her once in the head with a knife before chasing her into a bedroom where he struck her several times with the nine-kilogram barbell.

We think that's called taking the game a little too seriously.

[link via Fark]

Monday, July 30, 2007


Sometimes we hate our job, and today is one of those times. So here are some pictures of Giselle from Maxim, just to ease our pain.


We are pretty casual NBA fans. While we appreciate the start power certain players bring to the table -- Kobe, LeBron, Wade, Duncan, Carmelo, etc. -- we think the overall product is watered down because there are far too many teams in the league. And for this reason, we find ourselves rarely going out of our way to watch any particular game, even during the playoffs: if we're flipping through the channels and the Suns and playing the Mavs, then sure, we're watching for a bit.

The thing is, we always found it far more interesting to talk about the NBA than to actually watch it, and by talk, we namely mean talk about trades, even if they never happen. So our ears perk up when we hear the latest "news" that these Kevin Garnett/Al Jefferson trade talks are back on. (We guess Boston isn't so bad a place after all). Clearly, the Celtics are willing to sacrifice their young players for the opportunity -- say, a three year window -- to win now. KG, Paul Pierce, and Ray Allen would make an interesting trio, especially in the pathetic eastern conference. As for the T'Wolves, grouping Jefferson with Randy Foye, Craig Smith, rookie Corey Brewer and Rashad McCants (we still have hope!) would give them some hope for future successes, we suppose.


Natalie Gulbis has been soaw pretty much her entire life; now, she's winning golf tournaments, too. Gulbis won something called the Evian Masters to notch her first LPGA Tour title on Sunday. This is the same woman who has posed for FHM and who onced released a calendar that was so "provocative" that the USGA refused to sell it at the 2004 U.S. Women's Open. The AP report yesterday led with this: "Natalie Gulbis finally can be known for winning, too." Now, let's not get too carried away.


With the 2007 NFL season upon us, we thought we'd offer our little projections for each team's total wins, using the over/under lines posted by our favorite sportsbook. Helping out in the projections will be our copy of Pro Football Prospectus, the fine book from the guys at Football Outsiders. Up first, the Oakland Raiders.

We still remember the Vegas line from last season's Week 1 game between the Oakland Raiders and San Diego Chargers: SD -3 1/2. It goes without saying that we now regret not jumping all over that one, as the Chargers rolled 27-0. Of course, not many people could have predicted how historically bad the Raiders offense would be in 2006, which scored 20 or more points in a game only four times all year. That's what you get for putting a former bed and breakfast manager in charge of drawing up plays. The defense, to their credit, was very good -- FO ranked them as the 9th best unit in the league.

Vegas has the Raiders at an over/under of five wins for the 2007 season. Gone from the team are Art Shell and Randy Moss, and in comes new head coach Lane Kiffin, No. 1 pick JaMarcus Russell, and fellow rookie Michael Bush. They have home-in-home games with Denver and San Diego, and get the Colts and Bears at home, with Jacksonville on the road. That's seven losses right there. Throw in road games at Miami, Green Bay, Tennessee and Minnesota, and we can see the Raiders easily losing 11 games. Football Outsiders projects them with 6.5 wins, which we think is generous. We think the Raiders will once again be picking in the Top 3 come the 2008 draft, and see them finishing at 4-12, Warren Sapp's miraculous weight loss be damned.

Vegas: 5.0 wins
Football Outsiders: 6.5 wins
Getting Soaw: 4.0 wins


Picking on ESPN is far too easy these days, and that's not what we're about here at GS. (Until Stuart Scott sends a text message; then we're totally all over it). But like many people, we can't help but sometimes feel that the Worldwide Leader is pushing their programming down our throat. Case in point, this screen grab from the .com on Sunday afternoon: NASCAR's Allstate 400 as the main story, and the "ArenaBowl" with prominent placement above all the day's news headlines. Far be it for us to question the importance of those two sporting events -- hey, some people really like NASCAR! -- but we have to wonder how much influence ESPN's programming contracts have over their news coverage.

As most people know, ESPN acquired a minority stake in the AFL back in December, and is now back in the fold with broadcasting NASCAR races. This naturally causes a curious conflict of interest for the Four Letter, and it perturbs us just a bit when we see this in action. But hey, the Sabercats and the Destroyers deserve their day in the spotlight too, we suppose, even if nobody is watching.

Sunday, July 29, 2007


Jose Canseco is a man of honor and integrity. In his first book, he alleged that Mark McGwire and Rafael Palmeiro used steroids. Now, the man who once tried to run his wife over with his car is continuing his truth crusade in a new book, this time taking aim at Alex Rodriguez:

Canseco told Boston radio station WEEI that he had “other stuff on Alex Rodriguez that will be coming out (in the new book)” . . . In the interview, Canseco called Rodriguez a "hypocrite" who "was not all he appeared to be," WEEI reported.

We are fascinated by these new allegations. Jose Canseco cares only about the sanctity of a game that he himself treated with so much respect, of course. We see him as the obvious successor to Bud Selig one day, really.

Saturday, July 28, 2007


Ron Mexico is headed to the dog pound. Once a poster boy for both Nike and Reebok, Mike Vick finds himself without his name to sell or some cerebral to get soaw, as the two sneaker giants have decided to avoid any controversy in the media by removing his jerseys off their retailers' shelves. We're pretty stoned ourselves right now. We find this entire episode uninteresting. Vick is awful; top five overrated players in the game. All we've remembered of his career is that Powerade commercial. Now that was awesome.


50 cent lost his card at age 12 - to a 22 year old, no less - and had this to say about it:

“It went well. . . . I spent a night at my friend’s house, and his sister had her friend staying over, too. So I started to touch on her. I was a horny little dog, and I got away with it.”

That is tremendous. Now, rumors have surfaced that he and our favorite #2 girl, Jessica Alba, might be huuuling. We are very jealous of this man's life. Yes, one time he was shot in the face and almost had his life cut short, but we'd take that same abuse to spend five minutes with this girl (not that we'd need the full five; give us thirty seconds and we'd be a happy man) in a heartbeat. Of course, this is just speculation and nothing to take too seriously, but for now let's give the man the benefit of the doubt: it's more fun that way. Also, we wonder what Ciara has to say about this.

-- Bagger


Heidi Klum is in her mid-30s, has three children, and is still one of the top 10 hottest women on the planet, as seen in her recent nude Arena Magazine photos.

Barry Bonds is 43, has a cartoon-sized head, and is probably the best baseball player of all-time. Okay, the lame, forced comparisons between these two stop there. Of course, as everyone knows, Bonds is one home run shy of tying the career record of 755, after belting his 20th of the season in last night's 12-10 win over the Marlins. Personally, we are having a tough time bringing ourselves to care about this whole home run chase too much. And it doesn't really have much to do with the steroids angle, even though anybody with a pulse realizes that Bonds used them. No, it's because as it is with all records, whenever this moment comes, it will lack all the suspense that make true sports moments memorable -- everybody knows it's coming eventually, and when it does for Bonds, we would not be surprised if we weren't anywhere near a TV to watch it happen.

Friday, July 27, 2007


Excuse us if you have already heard of Ines Sainz, but we had not until today, and now we are in love. Apparently, Ines is a sports reporter for Mexican TV Azteca, and attended Media Day at the Super Bowl in January.

There is no reason she shouldn't be on the sideline for ABC during Monday Night Football, we feel; there is no telling what kind of pick-up lines Joe Namath would have in store for her if, you know, he were ever allowed back on a sideline again.


When he's not listing his gas grill for $4,000 on eBay, Manny Ramirez is hitting the ball very far. Sure, he sometimes forgets to motion Coco Crisp to slide into home on a play at the plate, rarely runs hard out of the box, and disappears into the Green Monster to take a leak on occasion, but when he's on, he's been one of the best right-handed hitters of all-time. Last night against the Indians, Ramirez jacked two home runs (Nos. 16 and 17), including a 481-foot shot, the third-longest in Jacobs Field history.

Also, birthday boy Alex Rodriguez will go for #500 tonight against the Orioles, even if he may have already hit it on June 28th. (Strange). If Alex is in celebration mode, we hear there are many fine gentlemen's clubs in the greater Baltimore area, chock full of the burly type, should you have any interest in meeting him out to offer your heartfelt congratulations.


We have been to a strip club less than ten times in our life, and we guess, at age 25, that is somewhat pathetic. There is just something terribly depressing about walking into one of those places, looking around, and seeing dozens of drunk old men with their chins on the bar, angling for a better peek of a girl who wants nothing more from you than a dollar bill. (Not that we're judging). We suppose if we were professional football players, though, a night at Scores would be a tad more interesting, especially if we were Jeremy Shockey:

Jeremy Shockey and several teammates were happy guys when they reported to the Giants training camp yesterday, following a night of cavorting with strippers at Scores West Side. . . . "Jeremy is the coolest," said Scores dancer Devin. "He complimented me on my new boob job, which makes me a 36D."

If only we could think of such flattering things to say to strippers, we imagine we wouldn't feel so awkward becoming aroused the next time we got a lap dance.


No news to read here. Just Victoria Beckham in a parking garage, looking incredible, as always. This whole David Beckham playing in LA thing is working out quite nicely, we think.


The Big Lead does a fine job keeping abreast of all the latest media rumblings; most recently, they learned that NFL scribe Michael Silver was leaving Sports Illustrated to write for Yahoo Sports. Silver is just the last writer to fly the SI coop, following Jeff Chadiha and Steve Rushin, among others. We were reading through some of the comments of that TBL post, when this one gave us pause (and made us chuckle): "seriously, how many actual writers would love to write for SI and they give a whole column to some broad because she has big tits."

We all know who that broad is, of course: FSU "cowgirl" Jenn Sterger. (We have a buddy who once asked her to be his "friend" on MySpace; he did not receive a reply). Yes, Sterger is still writing for, and we guess at this point, we better start calling her an actual columnist (shudder). We don't mean to pick on her, because it's a great gig and we're sure she's having a good time doing it, traveling from stadium to ballpark and back, all on SI's dime. Nope, we're not jealous at all. But her musings sometimes leave us with much to be desired, such as her take on this whole Mike Vick saga:

I think these athletes forget how fortunate they are to do something they LOVE for a living. They get paid to play a game, to represent a city, to represent fans, and to be a role model.

We think Ms. Sterger forgets how talented these athletes actually are, and that they earn their positions based on merit, as opposed to, say, a nice rack. And this cannot reflect too well on SI among those in the "industry," and might be a reason all these writers keep leaving for other places; or, maybe they're just tired of sharing the masthead with a guy who writes about his colonoscopy.


After the completion of the unmitigated disaster that was our Soaw of the Week poll (17 votes!), we have a winner: ladies and gentlemen, may we present to you Ms. Carolina Ardohain. Carolina outlasted fellow hottie Lucy Pinder by a count of 12-5, an achievement she can now add to her resume to go along with Victoria's Secret model, TV host, and for once having been quoted as saying: "I never drink alcohol, and never take drugs. For fun, I dance. . . . I dance on tables, I'm not shy."

Not to disappoint loyal reader Tim, but we could not find much other biographical information on Carolina. Suffice to say, she is this week's Soaw of the Week, and would totally destroy last week's winner (Heidi Montag) in a vote if we were so inclined to put one up.


Ok, in our personal effort to start following baseball more closely, we present this installment of our daily "feature," lamely titled "Peanuts Here." (We'll see how long this lasts).

Like a lot of people our age, Ken Griffey, Jr. used to be our favorite player when we were growing up. From 1996-1999, we don't ever remember seeing somebody whose play excited us so much. We often wonder now what could have been, had he not been injured so much with the Reds and all. Alas, there is no use in that; we shall look to the present! And last night, Griffey popped his 588th career home run in Cincinnati's 10-inning, 6-5 win over the Brewers.

The Brew Crew, sadly, have gone 13-15 since June 23, and we are not pleased to report that their Cinderella season may be coming to an abrupt halt. Yes, even though they're still leading the NL Central, we think they're toast. The Cubs trail by just two games, and are poised to take over first place anytime soon, unless Carlos Zambrano forgets to take his medication again. (Yes, they got killed last night). For some reason, we want to see the Cubs in the World Series. We feel bad for them, almost, and we think this is their year, and that they deserve it.

Thursday, July 26, 2007


Mike Comrie plays for the New York Islanders. He is also an heir to the Brick Warehouse forture, whatever that is. Not bad, eh? Well, he's also doing Hillary Duff, who is quite hot.

Sources tell us that the twosome have been hot and heavy since a wet weekend of jet skiing in Idaho.

Something about that sentence is just weird. Anyway, we don't know Comrie's dating history, but this is quite a score for him, although we always have trouble distinguishing between Hillary Duff and Carrie Underwood, for some reason, even if they look nothing alike. Sometimes we just get confused.

UPDATE: We now know a bit more about other girls Comrie used to bed, thanks to The Big Lead. We say Duff is a step down from Kristin Cavallari, but we nitpick here.


Alex Rodriguez is awesome. The star who prefers muscular women now needs only one more home run to reach 500 after a monster shot in Kansas City last night. A-Rod will have a chance to reach the milestone tonight against Jorge De La Rosa (who?), who A-Rod hit his 400th home run off of (oh, that De La Rosa) in 2005. As huge fans of any thing A-Rod, we can’t wait to see him become the youngest of 22 players to reach the 500 plateau, even if his lips are purple.

As for that other New York team, Tom Glavine (who lives in Greenwich!) is one win away from 300 after the Mets' win against the Pirates last night. Glavine hasn’t done anything to help our fantasy team (ed. note: we hate talking about fantasy teams) and we personally saw the interview with Willie Randolph where he didn’t seem to give two shits about Glavine’s 299th or whether he reached 300. If Willie don’t care, Getting Soaw don’t care. (Well, except in this case).


Winning the Turnover Battle has churned out a doozy: their NFL Rookie (Cheerleader) Preview. They take a look at six rookie cheerleaders, plus the entire Houston rookie squad. While WTB pegs Lauren Gardner from the Broncos as their favorite, we are partial to Andrea from the Texans, even if our co-worker just caught us uploading her picture to this post.


You thought Clinton Portis and Emmitt Smith had some interesting ways to defend Mike Vick's dogfighting allegations? Well, Deion Sanders laughs at their simplicity. Amazingly, someone at the South Florida News-Press thought it was a good idea to let Prime Time pen an op-ed piece, in which he comes to a, um, curious defense of the Falcons' star quarterback.

What a dog means to Vick might be a lot different than what he means to you or I. Hold on, don’t start shaking your head just yet. Listen to me.

. . . some people enjoy proving they have the biggest, toughest dog on the street. You’re probably not going to believe this, but I bet Vick loves the dogs that were the biggest and the baddest. Maybe, he identified with them in some way.

I believe Vick had a passion for dogfighting. I know many athletes who share his passion. The allure is the intensity and the challenge of a dog fighting to the death. It’s like ultimate fighting, but the dog doesn’t tap out when he knows he can’t win.

As far as we can tell, Deion was not being tongue-in-cheek, and was in fact 100% serious. The best part about this, to us, is picturing Deion sitting down at his computer to write this mind-numbingly insane op-ed. We mean, it's not like he just shot off from the hip; presumably, he actually put some thought into this, considered it worthy, and passed it off for all the world to see. Frankly, we are hoping now more than ever that we will have NFL Network on Time Warner Cable this season.

[link via FanHouse]


We have to admit, we kind of like Curt Schilling. We don't care for the Red Sox so much, but we admire Schilling speaking his mind when it comes to "important issues" in baseball. We understand he may rub some people the wrong way, but really, it's a lose-lose situation for athletes in this position. If they remain bland and apolitical, they get slammed for not speaking up (see Jordan, Woods). If they decide to offer their opinion on such matters, well, they are told to just shut up and play ball. For this, we sympathize with them, and it's why we don't mind Schilling calling out Barry Bonds and Mark McGwire:

"If someone wrote that stuff about me and I didn't sue, am I not admitting that there's some legitimacy to it?" Schilling said on the "Costas Now" program. "It goes to the Mark McGwire thing in Congress. I mean, I'm a huge Mark McGwire fan. But I just always thought it was very simple: If you did something and someone asks you if you did it and you didn't do it, you say no. Any other answer than no is some form of yes, isn't it?"

We mean, he's right about this, isn't he? We think he has a point. And we have to disagree with Deadspin's criticism that Schilling is only tough on steroids when talking to the media, as opposed to when he's under oath, or sitting in front of Congress. Now, Will, we know you like to get "cheeky" and all, but can you really even compare the circumstances here? We think not.

Finally, Bonds has already shot back . . . at Bob Costas, the one who interviewed Schilling: "You mean that little midget man who absolutely knows jack … about baseball, who never played the game before?" Sigh. When massaging the cream and clear onto his skin, we fear Barry Bonds must have also acquired the Joe "Only People Who Played the Game Can Talk About the Game" Morgan disease.


Ok, in our personal effort to start following baseball more closely, we present this installment of our daily "feature," lamely titled "Peanuts Here." (We'll see how long this lasts).

For some reason, we were under the impression that Ryan Howard was having somewhat of an off year. Forgive us, for we are idiots: Howard is projected to finish with 49 home runs and 146 RBI, which would have to make him MVP in the NL, right? He led the Phillies to their fifth straight win with a walk-off, two-run home run in the 14th inning, to give Philadelphia a 7-5 win over the Nationals. The Phillies are only five game back of the Mets, and two games out of the wild card. Nothing would make us happier to see them face off against the Cubs in the playoffs.

[thanks to The 700 Level for the picture]


If we had a "Top 5 TV shows of all-time" list, Lost would certainly make the cut (on the back end, mind you, but still). Even with the sinking ship that was 95% of Season 3, all was redeemed with that fabulous season finale; we do not think we have seen a better one for any show, ever. The one main character missing from S3, of course, was Michael, who we last saw (we think) motor-boating away from the Others' dock after betraying his friends. But now he's back, when Season 4 starts back up, oh, sometime after the Super Bowl. We totally expect him and Rousseau to get it on.

[link via Fark]

Wednesday, July 25, 2007


Apparently the Florida Marlins have no qualms about pitcher Scott Olsen kicking police officers, getting stun-gunned, driving drunk, and getting arrested this past Saturday, because Olsen will start tonight against the Diamondbacks and remain in the rotation for the rest of the season. This is the same Scott Olsen who was suspended by the team for getting into it with teammate Sergio Mitre earlier this month, and fined for making obscene gestures to fans in Milwaukee, also earlier this month. Sure seems like a swell guy.

Now don't get us wrong: we are all for the whole innocent-until-proven-guilty thing, and allowing the law run it's course; we just don't think "due process" applies here, and the Marlins should sack him for a few starts. You know, he did try to beat up a couple of cops only four days ago, after all.


There are two shows we need to catch up on before TV season kicks back into gear this fall: The Wire (Season 4; anybody have a release date?) and Heroes. We have seen the first two episodes of Heroes, and we are mildly intrigued, even if that Asian kid bothers us. One actress we don't recall seeing in those first two episodes, however, is Missy Peregrym. We will have to keep an eye out for her, though, as she appears to be getting close with Ben Roethilsberger:

It seems that Big Ben has gotten himself a lady friend and they've recently been seen taking in a Pirates game together. Missy Peregrym was on Heroes and while we don't know jack about the show, we know that we like what we see.

We like what we see, too. Watch out, though, Big Ben: Matt Leinart could very well swoop in, knock her up, and stick you with the child support payments.

[link and picture via Extra Mustard]