Greetings from the Final Four.
- Geek & Sci-Fi
This is a scan from Sports Illustrated's baseball preview issue.
Almost nothing on this website should be taken seriously.
While the media and sports blogosphere continues to sift through the wreckage of this weekend's NBA All-Star Game, I thought I'd take a break from giving you Pacman Jones updates and deliver, instead, the dispatch filed by With Leather's first-ever Sexy Volunteer Correspondent, Sarah Spain.
Proof that there are lies, damn lies, and statistics: <a href="http://www.cerc.net/files/Superbowl_XLI_Post_press_release.pdf" target="_blank">a new study</a> claims that the Super Bowl hurt America's image of Miami.
Really, I was content enough to get a <a href="http://kissmesuzy.blogspot.com/2007/02/dispatch-from-miami-ta-dow.html" target="_blank">photo with Joe Namath</a>, the man whose drunkenness inspired Kissing Suzy Kolber.
Here are hunky Notre Dame quarterbacks Joe Montana and Brady Quinn, two ships passing before/after their consecutive appearances on the Mike and the Mad Dog Show here on Radio Row.
The Saints' feel-good season may have come to a snowy end in Chicago yesterday, but let's not close the book on America's Team 2.
A week ago last Sunday -- January 14th, for you fancy calendar types -- I actually left my apartment to do some good ol' fashioned journalistic work.
Following Louisville's ho-hum Orange Bowl victory, I did what any other sleazy sports blogger would do: I <a href="../post.phtml?pk=1841">posted a link</a> to a pretty Cardinals cheerleader exposed to the elements.
In an ambitious attempt to leave my apartment and do something worthwhile, I went to Gilbert Arenas's shoe-release-thingy at the NBA Store.