The Olympics are here!…Well, on a tape delay, at least. Still, they’re very welcome – the natives have been getting restless on the interweb with, as my fellow Lady mentioned below, only baseball to keep us busy. But the Olympics won’t really be here until tonight, unfortunately. It’s Friday afternoon – who’s read to turn off their brains a little?
You see, this morning, I happened to turn on ESPN. Hmm, I thought absently, readying my breakfast, that guy’s kind of hot. Imagine my horror when I woke up a little to realize I had been admiring Mike Greenberg. These kinds of guilty little crushes happen to me all the time, as you’ll see under the jump. How about you, lovely readers? You got them too, right?
First, Sports Casters/Personalities/Whatever:
I can’t think of any other reason to watch Jay Marriotti and Woody Paige yell at each other for a half hour – can you? (Well, maybe Israel Gutierrez. I very much approve of cute young newspaper guys, and no, I don’t feel guilty about it.) As a young female sports fan, I think I’m supposed to have a crush on Statboy, which is why I feel kind of guilty about it. He’s there to appeal to those young kids with their internets and hipster-hugger pants and blogospheres. Which, okay, whatever, I just like him because he’s self-aware and funny, which is more than you can say about…pretty much anyone else at the WWL, actually. Besides, I love a skinny guido in a suit, and I’m not going to deny that grin – particularly when he’s mocking Around the Horn’s panelists. What can I say? Mocking the stupid makes me feel all funny inside. (And congrats to him on getting married!)
I KNOW. I knooow. But, I mean, it’s not like I like him, or anything. He’s a dork, and not in the way I usually like. But he’s fairly good looking and he’s got pretty eyes. Sue me.
And Now, Shirtless Athletes:
He’s pretty much flawless, except when he opens his mouth and words come out. Is that objectification on my part? Yes, probably. So I feel kind of guilty about that, but then again, over time I’ve started to like him anyway. He got a lot of mockage for crying about Tony Romo, but it just activated my feminine instincts. He just needs a hug, you guys! He’s misunderstood. He probably listens to Death Cab and contemplates cutting himself, but doesn’t go through with it because he doesn’t want to harsh his pretty. Anyway, flights of fancy (or not) aside, I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to loathe TO, so it’s a bit awkward for me to find him so attractive.
Steve’s hot and funny and bad-ass. Why would I feel guilty for that? Well, two reasons: one, he’s the Great White Hope, and it’s kind of stereotypical for me to love him. One of my best friends, a black guy my age, never wants to admit to liking him for that reason. And two, I feel guilty because my emotions are so conflicted. On one hand, I think he’s extremely attractive, in a yes-I-totally-would kind of way. On the other hand, I think he’s awesome, and I kind of want him to adopt me and raise me to be awesome too. Is that wrong? I’m pretty sure that’s very, very wrong.
Guilt: he’s, if you’ll forgive the expression, really dopey. And I think someone did those tattoos with a Sharpie. Eh. I’d still hit that.
Like TO, you could grate cheese on those abs; like TO, he should probably stay quiet more often than he does. And, dude, you can’t give yourself a nick-name, come on. But, you know? I think his ridiculousness is kind of endearing. Maybe that’s just me. Besides, he was naked in ESPN The Magazine, and anything that encourages athlete cheesecake is a-okay with me.
How about you, girls and boys? I’m sure you’ve got some sports crushes that make you feel kind of guilty. Feel free to share – with links and pictures – in the comments!