Loving this...not believing it.

I'm reading through the sports news, the emails, and the cheap cigar adverts in my inbox today, and I come across this headline:

"Celtics looking to slow Bryant in game 2"

You might ask, is this a Craigslist ad?

Is it a joke?

As much as I dislike Kobe Bryant and his Laker lackeys, I find this to be really funny. REALLY funny. So, I click on the headline to read more. Inquiring minds want to know! There is more!

"Celtics scheme ways to overcome Kobe in game 2"

Now we're scheming!! I wonder what we're coming up with in the locker room. I'm imagining Paul Pierce and Kevin Garnett heating up a kettle of tar to dump at the doorway into the court. Maybe some banana peels. Koopa shells...I could go on. You get it.

How about instead of trying to slow one man down, you try and up your entire squad's game so that they have a shot at matching this one man and all his greatness. And by that, I mean man the hell up and don't let this one crybaby take you down that easily. At least let the other four in on the fun.

In the mean time, I'm still giggling about this scheming stuff...writers these days.

Sunday Funday!

I should probably start watching this game instead of writing about it, so we'll make this short.

The Chicago Blackhawks and the Philadelphia Flyers are beginning Game 5 as we speak, tied in the championship series 2-2. Both teams seem to fare better on their home turf, naturally. Chicago seemed to have this under wraps, but the Flyers have definitely gotten a little more than their feet wet at this point in the series.  Can the 'Hawks recover from their ego bashing back to back road losses now that they're home?

Oh, this is almost as good as LOST....

The World Cup 2010 has almost arrived!

So, let's be really honest here. I'm an American girl. What do I know about the World Cup? Not much. However, I acquired this really neat South African friend, and I now know more about soccer and rugby than ever before. Which wasn't hard considering all I knew about soccer was the co-ed team I played on in middle school and high school. Rugby? Seriously? There's this dance that New Zealand does...forget it...

I've done my research on this FIFA World Cup, and now know that it is the 19th of it's kind, and my liver is terribly underprepared. Another fun fact is that South Africa has spent the past four years building up these five massive stadiums all over the nation just for this month long event. 

So, we'll see how this works. I know there are eight groups of four teams each...ya, ya, ya, and we will be at some bar drinking at 7am on Friday, June 11th to watch South Africa lose to Mexico. But hey, there's a first time for everything! Kind of...

The Griff Retires

Not much to say about Ken Griffey, Jr., other than he was pretty badass in his heyday. After 22 pretty decent seasons, The Griff decided to hang up the bat [on G-dubs face...jk] for good at the ripe old age of 40. The 630 home run hitter, and shoe-in hall of famer, didn't appear at Safeco Park in Seattle this evening, but instead, released a statement announcing the news.

Right on, I know the Pac Northwest will love you for life. Best of luck to you in your future endeavors...assuming you have some!

And, it continues...

Remember that time I had a sports blog?! Oh, right!! Baseball season started, and I seem to have forgotten all of you. I kid, I kid.

I'm alive, and well. New digs, new computer, new boyfriend. Okay, that last part is a lie. But I did get rid of the old one. No offense to him in any way...

Moving on...let's get down to business.

The NBA finals are giving us the showdown that everyone loves and hates to see. It's probably the biggest rivalry in basketball. It's The Boston Celtics versus the Los Angeles Kobe...I mean, Lakers! We all know how I feel about Kobe Bryant and his little cronies, but what you may not know is that my father's side of the family hails from Boston, and that allows me to default my team of choice as such. Done.

In deathmatch #12 (yes, they have battled in 12 series against one another), we can look at overall numbers, or we can look at today's team. I prefer to look at the overall numbers since they make the Lakers look massively inferior. The Celtics have only lost three finals ever. Lakers, 15. Which makes a draw for them, only winning 15 titles ever. Celtics - 17 of those shiny ass rings. Yep.

This series will be fun to watch regardless of who wins. Don't forget to watch for the Kardashian clan in the audience. You know, if you're into that sort of thing. Game one starts tomorrow at 6pm PST.

May the best team -- ahem, Celtics -- win!

It's that time of the year!

I must say, this is my favorite time of the year! The sun is going down later, the days are getting warmer, and I just filled out five brackets for four different pools. I'm pretty stoked. It's NCAA March Madness - probably the most fun any sports fan can have in two weeks time. It's when we stop paying attention at work in attempt to listen to games on the radio or hold up bandwith to stream them online. I'm not allowed to do the latter in the office anymore. *Tear*

The #1 seeds in the tournament have well earned their places on the charts, but there are some teams to keep your eye on in the first round. There might be a few dark horses in the running. I had to split a couple first round games between brackets because I was pretty torn on some matchups. Cal and Louisville being the most questionable game of the tournament. Having attended school at Cal, and learned to love college basketball in Louisville, this was an emotional toss up for me. Louisville has mass potential if they go balls out, but Cal is definitely favored in this game if you're not a Cards fan.

Another game that could turn out a huge upset is Purdue and Siena. Purdue is without their top dog, Robbie Humell. Although Purdue proven to be a winning team throughout the season, they could easily be toppled by the team now being nicknamed "The Kings of Upsets," Siena. This will definitely be a game to watch that could possibly flip many peoples' brackets upside down.

I'm hoping to see Kansas, Kansas State, Villanova, and Kentucky in my Final Four (my favorite Final Four of the five brackets), with Kentucky taking it all against Kansas in the finals. Yeah, I know it's the most likely game when you look at the numbers. But I have money on this stuff.

I could go on and on, but we'll all have to just tune in this Thursday and hope we don't get too reamed for our lack of productivity over the next two weeks. Good luck!

Athletes are getting funny again!

The world is once again turning, and the stars are all misaligned. At least that's what I feel like when I start receiving awesome news about athletes doing dumb shit.

Los Angeles Dodgers pitcher Vicente Padilla was reportedly treated for a minor gunshot wound in Nicaragua. It was earlier believed that Padilla shot himself, but Padilla's reps confirmed that it was actually his shooting instructor who shot him. I'm willing to bet that lesson was free.

Reports say that Ned Colletti is checking out the extent of Padilla's injury before deciding whether or not the Dodgers will bring him back this season. I mean, jeez, the bullpen is already so crowded....oh, wait.

Linsecum has a huge reason to party hard this weekend.

Just minutes before two time Cy Young award winner Tim Linsecum's arbitration hearing, the San Francisco Giants camp changed their tune a bit and the parties came clean with a $23 million, two year deal. Timmy gets $8 million this year, $13 million in the 2011 season, and $2 million in bonuses paid out in between.

Known to make records, Linsecum's deal is the largest ever signed by a player eligible for arbitration for the first time.

With that settled, Linsecum is said to be back at camp, focusing on his A-game. Hopefully he's not smoking any of that money up just yet. If you know what I mean.

Bills RT retiring at 26?!

Buffalo Bills RT Brad Butler shocked his team, and lots of other people, by announcing his retirement after 4 years in the NFL at the ripe old age of 26. Yes, that is correct. 26 years old.

Those paychecks must have been nice.

Butler says he is turning his focus toward "education, country and community." That means politics and public service. No comment.

Tiger's conference in a nutshell.

The room was quiet with very little fidgeting, and much anxiety, as we all waited for Tiger Woods to appear. He walked out to a silent audience and delivered his pre written and rehearsed speech from the podium. No waterworks came out, and he showed very little emotion as he addressed more questions than it was presumed that he would.

He first said that he and Elin have "started the process of assessing the damage" to their relationship. He admitted to checking in to "inpatient therapy" over the past 45 days he has been absent. He also cleared up the rumors that Elin beat the crap out of him when he wrecked his Escalade on Thanksgiving night.

He gave no further details of his strange crash, how many women were truthful in their coming out about him, or if him and his wife were actually still together. These details are said to be private, between husband and wife.

He was very apologetic, and repeatedly claimed his activities were selfish and foolish, and that he had convinced himself that "normal rules didn't apply" to him. Um, hi, you're Tiger Woods. Of course they don't. I don't care what people say.

He also apologized to Accenture, the sponsor who dropped him first, and the one he notably stole press from at their big Arizona PGA tour event today. Another jab?

Next year, no one but his wife is going to remember this anyway. Someone else in sports will have done something equally stupid by then.

Asking for his friends, peers, and family to one day believe in him again, Woods closed his speech and went to give a long hug to his Mother. Elin was noticeably absent from the conference.

What some of us really wanted to know is how much she is getting paid to stick around while Tiger repairs his good boy image. Maybe he'll answer that one at a later date. Speculations commence.

Danica lost in the action.

I've got to be honest when I say that I didn't watch a single lap of Danica Patrick's debut NASCAR race at Daytona last weekend. I was having a lot more fun in San Francisco. But at brunch the next morning, I was lucky enough to catch a video of the 12 car pileup she managed to mangle herself in partway through the race.

Patrick managed to stay out of the top 20 cars throughout most of the race and avoided an earlier 7 car wreck before she dropped out of the top 30.

She did remain lucky. None of the big boys plowed her into the walls, and the wreck she was involved in wasn't her fault. Her teammates stated to just be glad that she got a few laps in before she wrecked. Experience.

Team owner Dale Earnhardt Jr. totaled his car after going airborne later in the race. The estimated damages to replace his car and repair Patrick's are over $200,000. I'd rather have a Maserati.

Hi, my name is Tiger, and I'm a sex addict.

Tiger Woods is scheduled to break his three month long silence tomorrow at the PGA Tour's home in Ponte Vedre Beach, Florida. Although we have many questions, Woods will apparently not be answering any of them as this is "not a press conference."

Only a handful of colleagues and close friends have been invited to attend, along with one camera, and a few news outlets.

AP Golf reporter Doug Ferguson suggests the curious timing of Tiger's coming out, as it coincides with one of his former sponsor's main events. How calculated.

That is LOVE.

Minnesota Vikings fans have taken it upon themselves to woo their new favorite quarterback to come throw for another year by purchasing billboard space near Brett Favre's home in Mississippi! I have never seen anything like this in my life, and I know that as a Jets fan, we weren't going to pull any crap like that.

Vikings fans collected over $2,600 in order to keep the billboard up for the month. Bravo!

However, Favre did play a much better hand for the Vikings than he did for us.

I don't know why they spell things with R's in places they don't belong either. Inside joke that I missed? Someone explain that one to me.

I wonder if he will respond. What do you think?

NASCAR is about to get a little bit sexier.

I read a Woody Allen quote that said, "seventy percent of success is just showing up."

Not to take away from the success that Danica Patrick has seen over the years, but the fact that she has a pretty face, a pair of boobs, and that she just showed up in what seems to be the most male infested sport known in this country really takes at least seventy percent of the cake. I'm not trying to cut her down. She seems like she has a good time with herself. She's a hot chick that drives fast cars. That's downright ballsy. I drive like a grandma.

Patrick is shifting her gears a little higher this year, and taking a break from steamy internet commercials and swimsuit modeling, to make her NASCAR debut at the Daytona Speedway this weekend. Of course there are some critics (mainly the guy who she beat out for her seat in the race), but her sponsors and teammates are extremely thrilled and confident that she is ready for the drive.

I know little about NASCAR, but I will make sure to ask dad how she did. Watching cars race for any longer than a minute at a time doesn't seem too exciting to me. Regardless, NASCAR must be stoked on the buzz this is creating. And not just because she's a woman who just showed up. The other thirty percent of her success comes from being pretty badass behind a wheel.

And...the commercials!!

I found most of the advertisements this year to be pretty mediocre. I mean, they were funny. They just weren't Super Bowl status. Except for this Bud Light commercial (sorry to my Miller team!). This had me in a fit of tears. There's a really great inside joke amongst my friends in regards to white people and autotune, so this just really takes the cake for me.

A surprising Super Bowl finish.

I've spent most of the day thinking about my obligatory post-Super Bowl update, and I'm still drawing a blank. Sure, I was rooting for the Saints. I think most of us were rooting for the underdog while secretly thinking we were going to watch Peyton Manning unleash pure annihilation on Drew Brees and his crew.

As the Saints were unable to convert a mere yard (two at most) into a touchdown twice in a row, I relinquished all hope for their win. Yeah, the scores weren't far off from one another, but the game seemed to be falling apart for New Orleans. The Indianapolis Colts are 11-1 when leading in the first half. Those are pretty outstanding numbers.

I watched The Who perform their old man half time show of songs most of us kind of know, but don't own any of the records to, while some guy next to me at the bar tried to justify their appearance at the big game. First of all, he compared them to the Rolling Stones. Um...no? Second, the Super Bowl is probably the most American thing ever. Why did the NFL get a British band to play? Daughtry would have been more appropriate. Third, they're old, and I thought it sucked. I think I'd rather watch Katy Perry lip synching while dressed as a banana. Seriously.

Major props to the Miller Lite crew who came in and gave us some cool football swag and free beers at the bar. Their personal thanks for being a Miller Lite drinker. Well, I would like to thank Nick's on Russian Hill in SF for having us, and also having $2 Miller Lites. The food is good, but you have to watch out for the bartenders who look a little worse for wear. You should really get some sleep before you go sling drinks all night. I know this from experience. And you look like shit. I don't want some hungover chick with greasy hair and bad makeup touching anything that comes near my mouth.

Okay, half time is over. Back to the game. Manning's hardware gliches, and New Orleans cornerback Tracy Porter takes the ball on a 74 yard field trip that changes everything. Suddenly the Saints are ahead, and the Colts just can't get it back together. Another turnover, and I sat there in total awe of what was happening. Manning looked to be scrambling with about three minutes left in the game. The reality was sinking in.

My friend's dad said it best. "I think Manning just shit his pants."

A great game, and proof that your whole life can change in the blink of an eye. Congratulations, New Orleans. That trophy was certainly well deserved this year.

Beer for breakfast?

For those of you who had ten too many beers yesterday while watching the super bowl, and happen to be nursing a hangover, don't feel so bad. Researchers at UC Davis released some information from their study on the benefits beer has in bone health. Out of 100 commercial beers, the study finds that a liter of beer contains about 30 grams of dietary silicon, a key player in bone health.

Although most physicians will still tell you that more than two drinks a day is just no bueno, I feel like this is another reason to add to the list of why beer is so great.

I can dig it.

Weaver is back in the southland.

The Los Angeles Dodgers have brought pitcher Jeff Weaver back on a minor league contract for a whopping $800,000 for the year. How much did Manny make last year?

Just sayin'.

Maybe we'll get to see the Weaver family wear their fucked up half and half jerseys during the Freeway Series again this year.

Sweet.

Talk about a big OOPS!

New York Jets coach Rex Ryan was apparently caught on someone's cell phone camera flipping off an MMA contender at a match in Florida last weekend. The photos hit the internet in no time, but I have yet to see one. I'm sure legal teams are involved. The Jets have already fined Ryan $50,000 for his "obscene gesture," and the NFL has decided that they will not impose any further fines for his behavior.

I wonder what caused the bird to fly because I don't throw those things around for no reason. Some Dolphins fans in the house?

All of these rules of conduct really make me wonder. No guns, no Twitter, no flipping people off. What will these men do if they can't get drunk and shoot themselves?

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So much for a sunny Super Bowl Sunday

It looks like the NFL has failed an attempt at giving the Indianapolis Colts a dry day to try and defeat the New Orleans Saints for the championship title this weekend. Southern Florida hasn't seen much sunshine in the past few days, and it doesn't look like the weather is going to let up any by the weekend.

It could just be the Indiana curse. Okay, I made that up, but have you ever been to Indiana?

Anyway, Miami isn't much of a picnic either, but I'm sure anything is an upgrade.

So, while NFL media officials scramble to have their backup plans stationed and ready to roll out, I'm just wondering how terrible the infamous Super Bowl commercials are going to be this year. With some usual big spenders cutting advertising budgets of at least 25%, and others completely off the market, that leaves a lot to imagination. With the way our national intellect seems to be dropping, I'm not expecting anything spectacular to be going down between plays this year.

If you tuned into the Grammys last night, you might understand what I mean.

I'm sure you're watching anyway though, right? I am...and I'm also secretly wishing they would have Taylor Swift playing half time instead of The Who. Just kidding...kind of.

Steven Jackson...one sick puppy.

St. Louis Rams running back Steven Jackson has been accused of beating his 9-month pregnant girlfriend, Supriya (say that five times fast) Harris, so badly that she was "bleeding heavily!" Jackson reportedly beat her, threw her on the ground, and against a door repeatedly until his own nephew came and broke it up.

Their son was born 10 days later. Being a smart lady, she left. The two are currently in major battle in court over child support. Shocker.

That just grosses me out.

Sad day.

This really has nothing to do with sports, but I must give a small shout out to J.D. Salinger. I still own my high school copy of Catcher in the Rye. It's something I am unwilling to part with.

- It's funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they'll do practically anything you want them to. -

Rest in peace, Mr. Salinger. Thank you for your words.

Mr. Baseball passes on.

I'm surprised that I missed this one. Bobby Bragan, known to many as Mr. Baseball, has passed away at the ripe old age of 92. Bragan died in his Fort Worth, TX home on Thursday.

Bragan originated his MLB career with the Brooklyn Dodgers. After returning from a stint in the military, he came back and played for the damned Yankees. Bragan also managed many teams in the majors over many years, and also coached the Los Angeles Dodgers.

Definitely one of the best things to happen to baseball. But all good things must come to an end.

Loretta is moving on.

Los Angeles Dodgers infielder Mark Loretta has accepted a front office position with the San Diego Padres. After spending 15 years in the big leagues, and being a two time all-star, Loretta goes back to San Diego after spending a few years in Los Angeles.

This once again leads me to wonder what the Dodgers roster is looking like these days.

But hey, congrats for actually maintaining a career post-baseball.

You may think that boning a duck is an impossible feat...

Mark McGwire recently lost a battle of self doubt and guilt prior to taking up a coaching position with the St. Louis Cardinals and came out about his use of performance enhancing drugs during his record breaking career.

Amidst all of that, I received some pretty entertaining emails about other suspected steroid users in the MLB, however true they may be, all in jest. Until I received an email about MLB Hall of Famer, Ernie Banks, flat out calling on one of the greats to come forward and admit to his own drug abuse.

You might wonder what in the world is Sammy Sosa doing other than bleaching his skin. You might wonder if any of the greats did anything great at all without the use of something other than agressive training and practice. Something other than guts. I'm starting to wonder about a lot of things.

Banks was quoted in a recent interview telling Sosa to "come clean with it."

We'll see how this one plays out.

Some not so shocking news.

I grew up around sports. A lot of baseball, but sports.

When I was in middle school, I realized how much I liked sports. This had nothing to do with the fact that I was a cheerleader. I'm still not sure how that part of my life came to be. Actually, I didn't just like sports. I loved sports. I loved sports so much that I stole the sports page from my parents' papers and cut out all of the numbers and stats I was interested in to tape them into these little notebooks. I think my mom still has these little notebooks somewhere in her garage. I should resurrect them sometime.

Anyway, this love for sports developed on Sundays, soon adding Mondays, Thursdays, and Fridays. Soon enough, there was something I wanted to watch every day. The notebooks were filling up, and I had officially tapped myself to be a sports aficionado. I think I was 12.

One of my best friend's dad knew about my passion for sports. At that time it was mainly football. Brett Favre and the Green Bay Packers to be exact. He came home one evening with tickets to the 98-99 NFC wildcard game. The Green Bay Packers against the San Francisco 49ers. Suited up in our puffy NFL team jackets and jerseys, we headed to the San Francisco bay on a cold January day to watch a live football game.

I jammed my finger playing catch during our tailgate party, but I was so excited that I didn't tell anyone until after the game. I didn't want anyone to drag me off to a doctor or anything. I wore a brace on my finger for two weeks after that day.

The Packers lost that game, and I came home with a swollen and bruised middle finger, but that was one of the best days of my life.

I watched Favre evolve over the years, retire, change teams, retire, change teams and now...probably retire again. For real this time.

After a heartbreaking loss to the New Orleans Saints yesterday, Brett Favre says he is heading home for a few days to think it over, but a return to the NFL is unlikely. As unsurprising as those words are to me, they are a little sad this time because I think they are true.

But I wonder if he will still do commercials? I really like those Sears commercials he's been in lately. Seriously. Not even kidding.

Sick day, part un.

The one benefit of being home sick is the ability to indulge in endless amounts of recreational reading. Assuming you are up for anything other than sleeping or watching made for TV movies. I slept for most of the day, but I have finally had enough Emergen-C to do something other than zone out while looking at an LCD screen.

The brain is back on, and I have officially graduated to sitting up in bed with a laptop trying to pilfer through articles and emails in an attempt to give you something entertaining to read.

The New York Jets played a pretty decent hand this season. Aside from the occasional floundering rookie stuff, it's the best they have looked in years. Even though I went into yesterday's game believing they would not pass the Colts, I was slightly disappointed when they blew it in the second half. Oh well. Another Super Bowl that I will watch as indifferently as any other.

Congratulations to the badass Peyton Manning and his Colts, and to the New Orleans Saints as they make their first ever Super Bowl appearance. Although they only made it that far because Favre turned the ball over five too many times, and the refs blatantly made some questionable calls. But who am I to judge? All I do is get opinionated, and share it with strangers on the internet.

My winding wheel.

My wonderful world of sports hasn't really done anything exciting for me lately. Yes, I know that football is drawing near a close. Yes, I know the Jets are playing today. I will watch the game. I will cross my fingers for bad calls against the Colts in Indianapolis. I will hope that our rookie quarterback can throw long and actually connect. I will not hold my breath.

Let's have a bit of a reality check as you cock your eyebrow at me right now. I just don't like to set myself up for disappointment. If we get an unexpected win (as we did with the Chargers), I will be pleasantly surprised. Awesome.

I'm loosely paying attention to everyone in then MLB aside from the Dodgers making deals. Signing Juan Padilla gives us an idea of how you start building a pitching staff. Aside from that, I'm beginning to wonder what our opening day lineup is going to look like. I look forward to trips to Arizona for spring training.

I also look forward to March Madness. While I also pay little attention to college basketball until the end of February, I get really into it about then. And when it's over, it's basically baseball season, and my life is pretty good for the next six months.

What I'm trying to say is that I know this has been stale since I pledged to be more exciting in the new year, but it's not my fault sports hasn't given me anything juicy enough to rag about. I'm feeling antsy, and I apologize if it is rubbing off on you.

Another shocker!

(photo courtesy of globe sports)

After years of denial, hiding from the public, and evasion from the age old question, Mark McGwire sobbed the truth about his enhancement drug abuse during his record breaking baseball career. Big Mac admitted that he regularly used steroids and human growth hormone to achieve size and strength that catapulted his numbers out of the ball park from 1990 to 1998 when he broke Roger Maris' single season home run record.

McGwire took a job with the St. Louis Cardinals as a hitting coach that he will be starting this spring. He knew that he had to come clean before he began his new career. I guess he realized he better warn the team before they tried to learn from the power hitter without his juice.

Oops! But tell me something I didn't know.

Rex Ryan Rules.

New York Jets coach Rex Ryan and his winning team dedicated their playoff triumph against the Cincinnati Bengals to owner Woody Johnson in remembrance of his late daughter, heiress Casey Johnson.

The players gave Casey a moment of silence before the game, and all players wore juvenile diabetes awareness bracelets in her honor.

When asked if if all the love made him feel any better, Johnson replied, "no, it doesn't help."

It's the thought that counts, right?

Jets, Jets, Jets!

So, the New York Jets didn't completely bomb this year. After all, we are getting post season play. With our heavy duty tackler, David Harris, on the field against Cincinnati's rookie runners, this could be another game in the bag. I love it.

I would delve further into this topic of the conversation, but the game is starting.

Go Jets!

I forgot to say it...

...but I think my blog photo jinxed me at the world series this year. damn yankees...

Arenas on indefinite suspension.

I don't think he looks very apologetic. Regardless, Washington Wizards guard Gilbert Arenas has been indefinitely benched without pay by the NBA for "behavior that made him not currently fit to take the court."

This behavior includes pointing fingers at other players as if he were shooting guns shortly after going under federal investigation for bringing actual guns into the locker room.

Not that I condone the use of firearms for much of anything, but I bet lots of players bring guns into the locker room...remember Plaxico Burress? Yeah...barely. Oh well.

Luckily for Arenas, he has being a three time All Star player on his side. I don't think he will be on the sidelines for too long.

Bye bye to the Big Unit

San Francisco Giant's (no pun intended) pitcher Randy Johnson announced his retirement yesterday, ending a 22 year long career in the MLB.

Again, aside from being on a bunch of teams I never liked and having a mullet that would leave you to believe he was lying when he said he was born in California, Johnson was a kick ass pitcher. Not only was he a five time Cy Young award winner, but he also closely trails the late and great Nolan Ryan with the second most strikeouts in the game. Pretty fancy, if I must say so myself.

From us to Randy - thanks for giving us a good laugh when you pelted that bird with a 95 mph fastball, and for that one time you were on The Simpsons.

I guess Randy leaves the mound to my personal fave of my biggest rival team, Tim Linsecum. Hot.

That Tiger...so hot right now

Word on the course is that Tiger Woods (aka Eldrick Tont...yeah, that's his real name) is the choice topic of discussion as his absence on the 2010 PGA tour has more controversy stirring than his alleged 12 affairs.

Some say his presence makes the tour. Others worry about the awkward silence or roaring boos that might come along with his return.

I personally think competitors see that as one less person to beat, and are breathing a massive sigh of relief. However, advertisers might prove to be a little gun shy when it comes to throwing down cash on a Tiger-free round.

I guess we'll certainly see when the PGA Tour kicks off its SBS Championship tomorrow at the Kapalua Resort in Hawaii.

Pre-season action for Kemp

Rumor has had it that Los Angeles Dodgers outfielder Matt Kemp had been running around with none other than our beloved Princess RiRi. Looks like the above pictures are worth a thousand words. The two were recently spotted really enjoying one another's company in Cabo San Lucas.

I just hope he can hold his A-game on the field in the coming weeks as pre-season training kicks off. I think he might be the only player left on the Dodgers this year...but that's another story.

I will give credit where credit is due - that is one sexy couple. Rawr!

new year, new digs, new juice.

Hey all, I've been on the sidelines lately, but I am officially back. We're starting the new year off over here with a new roof over our head, and some good stuff for you to chew on, look at, talk about...whatever it is you do when you leave here.

So, without further adieu...

Enjoy!