Farewell, dearest Tigers of Louisiana State. Right before Tim Federowicz launched his grand slam in the top of the 9th inning (in what had been a tie game), I heard an LSU fan say, “Oh, this guy only has 4 homers this year; we can get him.”
And just like that, they did not “get him.” UNC went on to win 7-3 to send LSU home, and continue its own quest to finish in 2nd place in the College World Series…again. But there was a streaker! Check out the ground crew guy’s tackle!!
I had never been to a sporting event where there was a streaker. Now I have been, and it was at least as hilarious as I had always imagined.
Something you should know about Miss Minda: I hate Miami sports. As far as I’m concerned, “Da U!” can eat poop. They were #1 heading into the College World series, but after facing Stanford last night…they gone!
Georgia, Stanford, Fresno State, and either North Carolina or LSU (depending on tonight, plus another game tomorrow if necessary) are still in it. Here’s the bracket, for your viewing pleasure.
And here was the view from my lovely GA seats, as taken by my badass friend Kacey:
The Dame of Extra Time has been busting her gorgeous booty keeping up with all the Euro 2008 action – way too many posts this week for me to choose from. Check out all the coverage at This Is Extra Time.
SA is sick, and we should really bring her some soup.
Sometimes, when I get really really steamed, I can think of only one way to sort through my anger: Bake cookies. Some recipes are better than others for dealing with different types of annoyance, and since I’ve had plenty of opportunities to explore those, I’ll show you the delicious peanut buttery way:
Welcome to the first edition (of hopefully many) of “Ask the Ladies…” in which you, reader of our lovely little piece of the internet, ask us any question regarding sports or relationships or whatever strikes your fancy. It’s like “Dear Abby” only with multiple responses and more practical advice. If you would like to ask us a question just send hit the email link to the side and send us your question(s). If you want to remain anonymous please state so otherwise all names/nicknames/commenter names will be used.
Our first question comes from the comments of ChiTown Chick’s post last week on what’s it like being a female sports fan. From Rockabye:
I’m a sports fan. The girlfriend, amazing in pretty much every way but this one, is not.
How do I go about turning her into one?
Rockabye and the Mrs. 30 years from now. Maybe.
So how do you turn a non-sports loving female into one? Well, let’s ask the Ladies!
All right, yo. In the spirit of Cinnamon Girl’s new zeal for fitness, let’s follow the example of a successful professional athlete and move, move, move! Today, we’ll look to New York Yankee Joba Chamberlain, a Nebraska native who had a sparkling run in relief last year (except that stupid bug game) and is making his first MLB start tonight.
Hey look, a former Husker! [/homerism] Get on up and dance with Joba after the jump.Continue reading →
Many years ago, the Kansas City Royals were no-hit by Jon Lester, and they haven’t won a game since. Wait, that was like 11 days ago but time has dragged by while Royals Nation waits for the team to pull out some kind of non-failure. It’s been a voyage of suckitude not seen since the infamous 19-game losing streak of 2005. You want to know how it feels? I’ll show you:
One of the things that we all love about this site, both as writers and readers, is that it’s a place where we can all feel normal as sports fans. We can talk about batting averages and winning percentages and goals and who will beat who, and no one will look at us funny. We need this place because quite often, female sports fans are seen as freaks, pretenders or unfeminine, when none of the above is true.
Mommy, do you think that the Bulls should pick Derrick Rose or Michael Beasley?
Hey all, it’s time for our newish weekly feature: The Ladies… This Week. Pretty simple — It’s new stuff from the Ladies’ other websites this week.
Once upon a time, on a Sunday afternoon, a lady blogger was supposed to do this post about her fellow bloggerettes’ activities of the previous week. Instead, she disappeared into the wilderness for many hours, and now needs some water, aspirin, quiet, and sleep. But first, here’s the post she owed y’all:
Fantastic news: Arizona State has reinstated wrestling!!! Let’s not let any more programs be canned, shall we? Read more from Chitown Chick.
The Dame of Extra Time uncovers the truth about Didier’s slap-happiness with Vidic; it’s more scandalous than I could have imagined.
I love how much we get to let sports matter in our lives. Sure, in the grand scheme of things, today’s matchups don’t matter, nor do tomorrow’s, and nor would it really matter if MLB started using instant replay in games. But we get to make those things matter; we get to love our teams wildly, our moods rising and falling with their performances. We get to skip work for day games, keep our young kids up way late for extra innings (even in minor league games), heckle like our lives depend on it…and endure horrific customer non-service for jerseys.
Oh Banny, I’d jump through hoops of fire for you and your spectacular brain!
At first glance, it seems so true. Yes, facial hair is hot, sometimes devastatingly so. But then…sometimes it isn’t. Sometimes grown men can’t figure out how to look in the mirror and see that the things they’ve grown on their chins are making them exponentially less attractive. These grown men, of course, are Major League Baseball players, whose facial hair offenses range from mildly offensive to vomit-inducing. Let’s take a journey down the path of how not to shave your face.
Oh, John Garland…can’t you see that fungus-esque bit you missed when you last shaved?
This is my awkward introductory sentence wherein I inform you that this is my first post here, and I’m very nervous. Now that that’s out of the way, let’s move on to the Hotties!
It’s easy to forget sometimes that the hotties in the Majors aren’t the only ones. I know, sometimes life gets kind of hectic, and so you don’t have the time to keep up with the minor leaguers in your team’s farm system.
You’re missing out.
When these hotties make it to The Show, some will discover their prettiness for the first time. But you will know better; you will have followed the hotness all the way from the creaky buses of the minors to the chartered flights and luxurious life of the majors. It will be hard to match last year’s class of tasty prospects, but let’s give it a shot.
Taking the hill for our all-hottie team, we’ve got Ruddy Lugo, a Mets prospect who scores points for his talent, his looks, and being the younger brother of Julio Lugo. (The Lugo brothers were once teammates with the Rays – cute, right?) Baseball Prospectus describes his curveball as “nifty,” and reports that his fastball hits 95 at times. The Internets do not have enough pictures of Ruddy; I’d like to launch a campaign to change that. I’ll call it Take More Pictures of Ruddy Lugo, Then Post Them Online, or TMPoRLTPTO for short. But here’s one of the few.