Unlike my girl Diana, this is not the sweetest hangover – this is the WORST kind of hangover!
It’s not brought on by copious amounts of Yuengling and Makers Mark.
It’s not accompanied by the Stride of Pride.
It’s not cured by greasy food.
It’s not something that gets worse with age.
It’s a hangover that only comes with the harsh realization… football is OVER until Fall. Continue reading
Sensing a serious lack of ink in our lovely ACOH – today’s hottie comes fully loaded. For your viewing pleasure ladies – Devin Thomas.
It truly is the most wonderful time of the year dear readers… the decorations, the songs, the presents, the merriment, the football games… THE LADIES… ADVENT CALENDAR OF HOTNESS!
Yes, join us here everyday as we bring you a yummy little treat to brighten your days. It’s the holidays – done the Ladies… way!
For me, there can be but one man to kick-off the ACOH… The man putting it down for my Brownies… the one… the only… Peyton Hillis!
I could have dedicated the entire post to just the biceps – but why deny you the rest of him?
I’m sorry – the National’s game is SOLD OUT??? Did Ted Williams come back from the freezer to don a Nat’s jersey?
Seriously, if you’ve ever been to a Nat’s game, it’s a veritable ghost town – which is fine by me, I hate waiting in line for a beer!
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The Cincinnati Reds are rocking the NL Central, thanks in no small part to Bronson Arroyo. Having just pitched a complete game and having 2 RBIs of his own, I’m wondering if there isn’t something magical going on with Arroyo. Perhaps it’s that wonderful mound of business frontage, and party backage!
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On a beautiful April day in Cleveland, Ohio I had the privilege and fortune of attending my very first opening day. The fans in their new team gear, the smell of grilling flesh, the way the afternoon sun sparkles on the fresh outfield – I could not have been happier. Apparently, this was the first time in years where the city of Cleveland wasn’t covered in snow for opening day, so I feel rather like a good luck charm!
Immediately I was reminded of a very simple truth – there is nowhere on the planet I’d rather be between the months of April and October – than a baseball stadium.
I was also reminded of a few not so beautiful things about baseball season, and that’s what I’ll be sharing here.
When I read that Natalie Randolph was named, in early March, the new head coach for Washington’s Coolidge High Colts, a MALE varsity football team, I was a tad worried. You see, while I am obviously all for the advancement of woman in sports and typically held male jobs, I don’t think it should happen, just because.
I’m kinda old school I guess. No matter what the job, I believe the person with the most to offer the position, should land the gig. This may be an unpopular sentiment because of the fact that minorities and woman haven’t been given the same opportunities along the way to become the most qualified… And before you prepare to pelt me with whatever food you have laying around, hear me out.
The preceding title has nothing to do with this post… but if that damn jingle must be stuck in my head all day, it must now be stuck in yours as well!
Back to the lecture at hand… There’s been a lot of focus and fuss made of curling at these Winter Olympics. All around the world there intramural leagues forming and regular Joes believing they have a shot of winning gold and hearing their nation’s anthem. Or maybe their just in it for the crazy pants, who knows!
I contend that if curling is a sport worthy of the pomp and circumstance of the time honored tradition of Olympic competition… then sign spinning should be next!
It’s been a little gloom and doom in the bomber household these past few days…
You see there was this semi-important professional sporting match on Sunday, and despite my best efforts of yelling and screaming at the tv, my boys did not come away with that Lombardi trophy.
While I hold no ill will towards those gents in black and gold, I can’t help but wallow in my loss.
It got me thinking about championships and fandom- more specifically what impacts us more, the wins or losses?
Clad in my favorite P. Manning jersey, and drenched in a fever induced sweat, I watched my Colts do work on Sunday and win a trip to Miami for Super Bowl 44!
2010 begins with a plea from this sports/man loving lady. I believe in the power of intention and attraction, so let’s put our thoughts together, and will Jeremy Bloom back into the world of professional sports.
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
It’s shocking that it took me more than 5 seconds to make this pick. How could I overlook one of the most delectable men in the NFL. Thank God I was discussing the Dolphins this chilly December morn, jogged my memory right quick!
Here in all his beautiful glory… Jason Taylor!
Tiger who? I could not possibly be more tired of hearing about T. Woods, so let’s turn our attention to something positive in the world of golf… the complete and utter hotness of Adam Scott!
One of the great things about the ladies assembled here is love and fandom spanning all spectrums of the sporting world. The majority of these ladies however, know something that I did not, hockey rocks!
So that happened… my boys in pinstripes won the World Series, Godzilla took home the MVP and all is right with the world. It’s a bitter sweet feeling, harassing Sox fans since just hasn’t had the same feel. Is it spring training yet???
But not to worry, I hopped in the kitchen, thought about football and got right back in the swing of things.
So today I bring you another delectable treat, perfect for your tail-gaiting and football spreads!
By now you’ve seen the picture but I couldn’t resist having our readers chime in. I love my boys, but they make it so damn easy to rip on!
While the NLCS got into full swing last night I’ve got my mind set on one thing… my boys in blue and the kick off of the ALCS. In honor of my Bronx Bombers finally not pooping the bed in the post season for the first time in ages, I’m here showing a little Friday Foodie love!
Watching the Ohio State/ USC game I was struck by two things…
1. My beloved Buckeyes are not closers and will continue to break my heart in hyped up ball games.
2. USC recruits Abercrombie models and turns them into NFL like football players.
While I despise USC, (thank you Washington for beating them last week) I, as do the other ladies around here, have a healthy appreciation for fine looking men.
The Bills finally signed their first-round draft pick Aaron Maybin to a five year contract. A huge gain for the Bills in the defensive end position, his pass-rushing skills are gonna be clutch for this ailing Bills squad.
The return of football to my television screen has left me delighted… yet wanting more! So I pulled out my collection of football movies to satisfy my hunger and notice that a killer soundtrack is an essential ingredient in gridiron story telling.
I know much as been said about the horrific trades that occured in Cleveland over the past week, but having been in C-town over the weekend, and having felt the pain of a city, I had to chime in on the debacle!
A new job and a four hour commute have stolen my internet and SportsCenter time drastically, but in the midst of All-Star week I am taking a minute to reflect on something that hit me a few weeks ago at Camden Yards.
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.
In this installment of our weekly exercise in the agony of defeat, we head south to Texas. The heart of the Bible Belt, the home of Matthew McConaughey, Lance Armstrong, George Foreman, Nick Jonas, and the live music capital of the world; if the great fans of these teams can survive the Dust Bowl and bang bang McCoy, they can endure a few more years without championships!
In my latest installment of “Misery Loves Company,” we head west from Ohio and land in the lovely state of Illinois. Home of the first McDonald’s, Blagojevich, and Wayne and Garth, would more could these fine people want… how bout a few more rings!
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!
Several years ago when my ballet career was over I decided to leave New York City and focus on one thing, College Football! I applied to every college with a major football program on the east side of the Mississippi and, being the superstitious lady that I am, decided to go to whomever I heard from first. It was a glorious day ordained from heaven when I became a Buckeye, but more importantly I became a part of a larger family, the NCAA College Football family. Every Saturday we commune in bars, parking lots, homes, you name it, and from sun up till sundown, we cheer and scream, drink and eat, and live and die with every play, because, we are … college football fans!
I made a trip last weekend to my alma mater, The Ohio State University, and was immediately struck by how badly I longed for that most glorious time of year, football season! The first time I ever set foot in the Horseshoe on gameday was one I will never forget; a sea of scarlet and grey, palpable excitement, beer flowing like wine, making new friends every stumble along the way, The Best Damn Band In The Land playing “Hang on Sloopy,” and thousands of people there for one purpose: to cheer our team to victory. There is nothing in the world like it, and there is nothing like college football season! So here they are ladies and gents, my top ten reasons I am so desperately wishing it was football season, in no particular order…
So I’ll admit it, I am a total snob when it comes thinking that the AL is superior to the NL. I don’t know if its the designated hitter deal, the difference in stadium size (I like my homers in the AL), or the tighter strike zone… whatever it is, I’ve always considered the NL to be the red headed step child of Major League Baseball. But I set those feelings aside to bring you the All-Star Team of the National League, Ladies… style.
There’s a magical thing that happens every year after the All-Star break… the Yankees start winning! In an attempt to summon those W’s into our current state of affairs, I thought we’d explore a little all-star action… Ladies style of course!
Earl Weaver would not be happy with our depth at certain positions, but I can’t help that hotties gravitate towards center field and the pitchers’ mound! There has to be some scientific explanation for this phenomenon.
Ladies... 