We start with the men of Argentina. Follow the jump for all the lovlies:
We start with the men of Argentina. Follow the jump for all the lovlies:
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The World Cup starts on Friday, so it’s time to freshen up your memory of the wonderful, toned, grass-kicking hotties the soccer world has to offer, Starting with Group A.
Here’s a teaser, but follow the jump for much, much more!
The fine, fine men of France (with, by far, the hottest team in this bracket):
A week from now? It’s finally time. The group stage of the World Cup kicks off, and even America cares about soccer for at least five minutes. Me? I’ll be eating, sleeping and breathing international soccer until the very last second runs down.
Yes, I love soccer, but there’s just something about International play (and the World Cup in particular) that elevates the game. It turns the already rabid soccer fanbase into a bunch of flag-and-bunting-bedecked lunatics. I challenge anyone who doesn’t like or understand soccer to start watching the World Cup from the beginning. Trust me, you’ll come out at the other end swearing at the Abruzzi for being a bunch of diving whiners or being amazed at just how fast Portugal can move (Damn you, Ronaldo. Damn you to hell.) or harboring a secret love for the Orange.
And you know what else is great about the World Cup? International Eye candy. Above? Spain’s Fernando Torres.
More hotness after the jump.
As we are getting closer to the day of days, the temperature is dropping, some of us are snowed in.. It’s time to heat things up around here! I present in his half-naked glory… Fredrik Ljungberg!!! Continue reading
Follow the jump for as many “new” Nando shots as I could find tonight! Continue reading
You knew that we couldn’t get too far into the ACoH without me starting to find some soccer hotties to send your way. You should all appreciate that I didn’t post more gratuitous Fernando Torres pictures. It was hard, but I spend long hours scouring to find you knew and adorable soccer players.
This is Curtis Davies who plays for Aston Villa in the English Premier League.
Not only does Mr. Davies have a charming smile, but he’s rocking some Louis Vuitton luggage. If he buys that for himself, imagine what his woman would get to carry!
Thanks to Kickette for the pic!
In honor of Troy Polamalu’s return to the field yesterday and because this commercial
never fails to make me laugh, we’re starting off Monday morning with an ode to boys with long hair.
Let me ask you something.
Team A won their 11th Premiere League title just last season. (The second, mind you, in a row.) They’ve been essentially unstoppable for years, and you can always depend on them to be at the top of the standings every year. They’re the Yankees of the Prem League, in essence.
Team B hasn’t played a home game in the Prem in 33 years. In fact, the team that last defeated them, leading to Team B’s loooooooooong slog in relegated hell? Team A. In fact, Team B hasn’t managed to win one single solitary game against Team A in 41 years. (And I bitch when the Sox lose four in a row to the Yankees.) Oh, sure, Team B wasn’t in the Prem for 33 of those 41 years, but that’s still eight years of getting their asses handed to them over and over again. Team B was so terrible they almost left the Football League entirely ten years ago. (The post-Bond Pittsburgh Pirates of the Prem League, as it were.)
Anyway, Team B is finally promoted. They’re going to get to play with the big boys again. What do the scheduling Gods do to them? Naturally, schedule them to start against Team A.
Who wins the game?
It’s the dog days of summer and getting moving on Monday morning can be a little rough, so I thought I’d post some pictures to get the heart rate elevated and the blood pumping.
This week, I’m going with some of the lesser known and enjoyed hotties.
Is there a better way to start a week than that?
I want to paint you a little picture, readers. You see, for the last eight years or so, I’ve spent Saturday mornings waking up, rolling downstairs, and flipping on Fox Soccer to watch the day’s matches while my husband made snide comments about soccer being lame and boring.
Tonight? My husband not only voluntarily turned on the Gold Cup SemiFinals, but I’m a little concerned he may actually lose his voice screaming in support of the US Men’s National Team in the CONCACAF Gold Cup Finals on Sunday. My victory is nearly complete. As soon as he picks a Premiere League team to root for (please, Jesus, not Chelsea), I can start openly celebrating his utter conversion.
That’s beside the point, dear readers. The point is that after many, many years and many, many attempts, soccer may just be on the verge of arriving in the US. Oh, sure, it’s because the men’s team is playing incredibly well right now, but I’ll take it.
I think it’s high time the Ladies… met the US Men’s National Team. Join me, after the jump, won’t you?
Congrats to U.S. Women’s National Team member Abby Wambach who scored her 100th international goal yesterday in a friendly against Canada in her hometown of Rochester, NY.
The achievement was made all the more impressive by the fact that Wambach was playing in just her second international game since breaking both her tibia and fibula just days before the national team began play in the 2008 Beijing Olympics.
Wambach tied fellow U.S. International Tiffeny Milbrett for the eighth most goals ever scored in women’s international soccer. She scored the 100th goal in just 129 international appearances, making her the second-fastest to the century mark in US women’s soccer history.
I had a great idea to do a post about the Futures game, checking out more than just the on-field talent. However, there are not a lot of pictures out there of minor league players, it turns out. Google Images and I spent some quality time together and I came up with very little.
Look to Crane to give you some Futures hottie love later…
So instead of giving you relevant content, I’m taking over.
It’s my birthday tomorrow, so follow me after the jump where I indulge myself by posting pictures of soccer boys that make me happy!
Subtitle: How I Endured Rain, Crowds, Loudmouth Arsenal Fans, and a Forgotten Wallet to Take Pictures of Steve Nash Through A Chain Link Fence
About a year ago, thanks to a tip from Henry Abbot, I wandered a few blocks down from my work to watch Steve Nash, Thierry Henry, and a number of other NBA and soccer stars play a charity soccer match in a tiny park in Chinatown. It was so entertaining, I decided to do it again.
There is an understanding in my home state of Maryland, you either root for the Redskins, or you root for everyone else but the Skins. I’m a glutton for punishment, so I became a sad sap of a human, full equipped with Skins Starter jacket and a love of Joe Gibbs. Follow me this week as we travel through the capital city of this great land, and the teams that almost seem like afterthoughts to professional sports.
Considering there was quite a bit of baseball, golf and various forms of racing happening this weekend, I was super excited every time I sat in front of the TV and there was international soccer on both ESPN and ESPN2.
The Confederations Cup is going on in South Africa. This is a tournament that happens every four years, the year before the World Cup. It pits the previous WC Champion against the winners of the various FIFA Confederations. Wikidpedia gives us this handy chart:
|South Africa||CAF||2010 FIFA World Cup host||2nd|
|Italy||UEFA||2006 FIFA World Cup winners||1st|
|United States||CONCACAF||2007 CONCACAF Gold Cup winners||4th|
|Brazil||CONMEBOL||Copa América 2007 winners||6th|
|Iraq||AFC||2007 AFC Asian Cup winners||1st|
|Egypt||CAF||2008 African Cup of Nations winners||2nd|
|Spain||UEFA||UEFA Euro 2008 winners||1st|
|New Zealand||OFC||2008 OFC Nations Cup winners||3rd|
So to celebrate , let’s check out some of the beautiful men who played the beautiful game this weekend.
So every time Sunday night rolls around and I wonder what to post on Monday morning, I go through and discard ideas.
And every week I think about doing a hottie post and I realize – I don’t really have any sports crushes.
Sure, I can appreciate all the boys you all fawn over – I get the Jacoby Ellsbury or Sidney Crosby crush – but none of these guys inspire true fan-girl love. I find an accent sexier than forearms and it’s been awhile since a Wisconsin athlete just made me swoon, so I need your help. Ryan Braun and JJ Hardy do it for some ladies, but they just don’t for me. Maybe I have standards that are too high or maybe I’m just not looking hard enough. I NEED YOUR HELP!
So please, follow me after the jump and help me find a boy to love!
With the exception of very few major league teams, more likely than not your season consistently ends in tears. Sitting in a bar this past Saturday, looking at the faces of those around me wearing Cavs jerseys, I was reminded once again of the ultimate reality of Ohio teams in the post season, and the heart break that lies therein.
The more I thought about it, we are not alone. You know who you are, kings and queens of “there’s always next year,” or preseason shouters of, “this is our year!” And you can be found across this great nation.
So here begins my little journey across country, to highlight our defeats, but most importantly, the beauty that comes from being a fan, and the hope that maybe, just maybe, this really is our year!
So. That happened.
I’ll be up front about this. I’ve been a vocal Favre hater for more than a decade now. I rolled my eyes when Madden waxed rhapsodic about Favre’s status as a gunslinger. I groaned inwardly every time someone told me that he was a ‘man’s man.’ I hated the entire city of Green Bay for unleashing him on the world.
I hated him because he (and the Green Bay Packers) stomped all my beloved New England Patriots in Super Bowl XXXI, leaving college freshman Maggie slumped on her bed wearing an expression that looked…kind of like the expression in that picture, actually. I’m bitter, I have a long memory and I learned how to hold an old-fashioned Irish grudge at my Grandma’s knee.
I tell you this only so I can explain to you, Green Bay fans, that I understand how you’re feeling right now, or how you’re going to feel if he goes through with this and suits up for the Vikings. That white hot, fiery hatred? That urge to punch that picture at the top of this post repeatedly because you can’t get the real thing in your hot little hands? The indignant, righteous and strangely helpless fury? I’m with you. I’ve been there. Hell, I’m upset on your behalf.
See, I’ve long suspected that Favre was going to end up with a plaque in the ‘Dick Move’ Hall of Fame. (The man took a dive for Michael Strahan, for God’s sake. He did the ‘I’m going to maaaaaaaybe retire, maybe not, let’s talk about me some more’ dance so many times I think Peter King performs the steps in his sleep. The writing was on the wall, people.)
The question, though, is just who he’ll be joining in the semi-hallowed, but mostly tarnished ‘Dick Move’ Hall of Fame. Come for the self-indulgence, stay for the money-grubbing.
This has been a rough week for me as a sports fan. I have found myself in the odd position of having to defend my team, not only to others but to myself. I bitched all pre-season about how much I hated all the rankings. Too many expectations only means you crash harder when you inevitably slip from that lofty perch. I knew my team wouldn’t go undefeated; we didn’t last year and we are essentially the same team. But there is still nothing harder than watching the boys you love lose, and then LOSE AGAIN!!! (And then to watch that first team who beat you go on and lose to HARVARD. Harvard. I didn’t even know the Ivy’s had basketball!) There is also nothing worse than to kinda hate some of the members of your team. What was that Wayne Ellington? You thought you could go pro? How ’bout you jack up not one, not two, but THREE airballs?? That’s what they do in the pros, right? Or perhaps Ty Lawson. So called best point guard in all the land. Maybe you should have more points that turnovers in the first half. Sometimes that helps. Or maybe you should have atleast some ability to guard your man. Is keeping him from scoring 30+ points unreasonable? Is that too much to ask? Thank the sweet baby Jesus for Danny Green. And Tyler Hansbrough’s first half effort. Ugh. I haven’t even watched Sportscenter this week because I can’t bear to hear all the shit they are saying. It makes me kind of sick.
I’m sure there are people revelling in my despair.
Chances are you’ll be reading this in 2009. That’s okay. It’s a holiday and you were preparing yourself for the New Year’s Eve celebrations. But if you are reading this in 2008 then let’s go through a review of what happened this year. Specifically what happened every Wednesday of this year. Yes, we’re going to be taking a look back at the Hump Day Hotties that have graced our blog in the ’08. Why? Because how could you not want to take a trip down memory lane and remember Ryan Lochte?
So let’s go back through the year that was and enjoy our hotties one more time before we sing “Auld Lang Syne.” And if you’re reading this in 2009, remember when Lochte was so smoking in 2008 he made the Ladies… HDH? Yeah, that was awesome.
Breaking news: I still hate Cristiano Ronaldo.
It’s almost the end of the year so we only have a few more HDH’s of 2008. Hopefully we can end this right. But how can you not end it right when we’re dealing with hot athletes?
Anyway, there’s a certain reason our HDH is Arsenal’s Robin van Persie this week. It’s a welcome back gift for someone. Her favorite team happens to be Arsenal and considering I’ve already done Cesc Fabregas I’m going with another hottie from the Gunners. So welcome back you. I hope van Persie can put you in the right Ladies… frame of mind.
Chances are if you’re reading this blog then you are a sports-minded lady. Do you know what to ask for from your family and/or friends? Maybe you have a certain special female in your life that love sports more than you? Do you know where to start in purchasing her the perfect gift this holiday season?
I thought not. So take a gander at the Ladies… gift lists and get inspired. It’s not all tickets. Someone wants this.
O Hai there Ryan Lochte and Jay-Z. Is it some sort of rule that Olympic medalists have to carry those things around for the entire year after the games are over? That would get annoying. I mean they don’t really go with anything… On the plus side, I was super-afraid Lochte was going to fade into obscurity after the Olympics whilest The Phelps took over the stinking world. But no. He’s staying out in the limelight, looking hot, and quite dapper I might add. So keep it up Ryan, I love the suit. Although I prefer the Speedo, I’m okay with Armani as well.
I’ve wanted to make Cesc the HDH since June during Euro, but just never got around to it. But as the Premiere League is back in action this is the perfect time to showcase him. Cesc makes me want to pay attention to soccer. Well, at least Arsenal football. I can’t be expected to watch an entire weekend of action.
So anyway, here is Cesc. He has helped make my birthday a good one.
Fact: Robin looks pretty hot when he’s disappointed.
This season is going to be amazing.
Or Arsenal will drop three points to Fulham in the second week and just generally be hilarious.
Because, you know, this wasn’t painful enough.
Will Dimitar Berbatov ever actually go anywhere? Is Thierry Henry about to break my little United-hating heart? Wouldn’t it be awesome if Diouf spat on Keano?
A brief rundown of done deals and transfers that may never actually happen after the jump…
Oh hi, morons.
About a hundred fans were involved in a halftime brawl in Columbus during an exhibition match between the Columbus Crew and visiting EPL side, West Ham United.
Crew? Columbus Crew?
You don’t say…
Don’t feel too badly, she gets a souvenir!