2008 was a big year for sport.
We watched Michael Phelps win eight gold medals in Beijing, Usain Bolt smile and dance his way to world records like some sort of superhuman, a Superbowl that gave us one of the biggest upsets of recent memory, the best Wimbledon final of all time (yeah, I said it!), and Spain win Euro.
Yes, this year definitely gave Ladies… lots to whine/gloat/gasp/talk about, but aren’t you curious…
What were our absolute favourite sports moments of 2008?
If you don’t celebrate Christmas, don’t sweat it. You can still enjoy this post. If you do celebrate Christmas, have a merry one!
Earlier this year, our little site celebrated its 1000th post by highlighting each of our favorite hotties. Now, in the spirit of the holidays, it’s time for our hotties to give back. Do your eyeballs a favor and enjoy the Ladies…’ stocking stuffers after the jump.
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As luck would have it, I get to be the person who puts together our 1,000 post — even though, as the newest Lady, I’ve probably accounted for the smallest share of those 1,000. I feel like I should be giving a little speech, but you don’t really want to hear (or read) a speech, do you? You want to see our overall number one hottie.
When we started this countdown, each Lady was pretty much given free reign to pick whoever she wanted for her individual list, as I’m sure you noticed. The one rule we agreed on was that the overall number one hottie would be someone who wasn’t on any of the individual lists. If we hadn’t had that rule, you would have seen this particular gentleman’s picture at least four times in the past two weeks. He is well-loved in this corner of the Internet.
And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for, presenting the Ladies Ultimate Hottie ….
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It's a pinata, because it's a celebration of hotness. Go ahead, take a whack (or something less suggestive!)
Here they are. Each Ladies… number 1 personal pick. Tomorrow will be our group overall, but these gentlemen are tops in each of our individual books. They are beautiful. They are sentimental. They are MEN. And we love them. We hope you do too!
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.
Slash fiction... geddit?
This week’s Waxing Off topic at Deadspin was… disturbing. And gross. And demeaning to the women asked to write about it. If you didn’t read it, here’s the email sent to the women asked to contribute:
Michael Phelps Slash Fiction.
The inspiration for this comes from two sources. First, this post, which is pure nightmare fuel. Then there’s this, about how Phelps is being pursued by Lindsay Lohan (equally terrifying). We’d like to follow things to their logical conclusion, and figure that you guys would be the best to do that. Make it read like an excerpt from a steamy, filthy book. Put Michael Phelps in the situation of your choosing … male on male, male on female, Phelps on llama … the aristocrats! Nothing is too over-the-top or depraved; it’s slash fiction. Let ‘er rip. Keep to 250-350 words, if possible. And don’t forget the short graph at the end about yourself, where you can plug your site and/or projects if you wish.
Here are our collected reactions to this request:
Dear Oussama Mellouli, marry me. K thx!
I’m completely consumed by the Olympic spirit.
By ‘spirit’, I mean hotties.
Our weekly-ish feature is back from vacation. Pretty simple – it’s what the Ladies… have been up to at their other sites in the last week.
Chitown Chick wonders about the U.S. athletes’ difficulties with weighins. The U.S. Greco-Roman team’s scale was a full kilo off – bad, bad news.
The Dame of Extra Time shares a postgame activity from New Zealand. You’ll want to check this one out; here’s a preview:
Consider this a preview.
Lady Andrea: Albert Pujols plays for the Cubs????
Not all our other blogs are about sports. The Games Mistress edits at Pindelyboz, and they posted a new issue this week.
Miss Minda took a rare break from baseball to share her love of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
Happy Sunday!
Tyler is yum.
While the other Ladies drool over Ryan Lochte et al. — and I’ve done my fair share of Lochte drooling/google-stalking, I’m not going to lie. (Blame CC) — I think it’s time we take a look at what the boys in red and white have to offer in Beijing.
Because Ladies… is 1/10th Canuck after all…
Tutu on the right, of course. And oh, look, the only photo I have of him happens to be one of him shirtless. You know me so well.
Lillian Thuram is retiring from soccer. Two things: One, I’m happy this has nothing to do with some sort of scary heart defect as previously thought. And two, I’m going to miss the man immensely.
Tutu’s always been classy as hell and made glasses look incredibly hot
The question, from reader Craig:
“In your experience, does ‘pink hat syndrome’ actually exist, which is to say, a woman wearing a pink hat for her team is far more likely to be a bandwagon fan and far less likely to have a depth of knowledge in the realm of sport?”
Pink hats: a problem for "real sports fans" everywhere?
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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…
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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…
Fun!
Win Euro. Check. Win Wimbledon. Check. Get trampled by a bull. Check.
The Spaniards are a weird bunch, aren’t they?
Yeah, okay. Go back to Steeltown… or wherever the hell.
Last night the Toronto Argonauts lost their home opener.
Ticats’ owner, Bob Young on Hamilton’s win: “We’re the blue-collar team from down the road, and to beat up on all these white-collar guys is great. The fact that I’m actually a white-collar guy doesn’t matter.”
Do you hear yourself, Bob? Yeah, because you kind of sound like an asshole.
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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!
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 a new weekly feature: The Ladies… This Week. Pretty simple — It’s new stuff from the Ladies…’ other websites this week.
Lady Andrea is Nuts for Nats over at Bugs and Cranks. (Note: Going Nuts for Nats is similar to, but should not be confused with, going Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs.)
Lady Andrea and Miss Minda both weigh in on the now-infamous Buzz Bissinger tirade.
At Chicks Heart Fights, Chitown Chick recaps the week’s Ultimate Fighter episode. Also, sad news: her computer hasn’t been doing too well lately. I hope it gets better.
La M Alana revisits an old post, from her Warrior-fueled jubilation last year.
The Dame of Extra Time puts on her detective hat (which looks totally fabulous) and discovers what really happened to Manuel Alumnia’s hair. She has to be right.
And, just like that, you’ve have made it through another treacherous weekend of football. High fives all ‘round, darlings!
Chelsea snatched three points at the Bridge while we all secretly willed God to strike Michael Ballack down in a dramatic scene involving lightning, Rocky theme music and Didier shouting, tears streaming down his face: ‘Don’t let go Mikey! I swear I’ll let you take the free kick next time!’
Or maybe that was just me.
The Toronto Reds crushed – crushed, I tell you! – Kansas with their (newfound) footballing prowess. Well done boys but I fear that your real trouble might start once you hit the road again. I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you.
Most of my weekend was actually spent partaking in the viewing of the NFL Draft o’ Sex (get this: no actual sports to distract you from the hotties! Brilliant, who invented this? Give ‘em a medal, I say!), live-blogging it over at SportsbyBrooks with my fellow Ladies. I’ve emerged a new woman. Yes, one dangerously obsessed with Chris Long and slightly creeped out by PETA’s new spokesman, Matt Ryan. Another post, perhaps…
[Dame’s note: I may also, at any moment, spontaneously morph into either one of the two: an enormous bag of Cheetos (the crunchy kind) or Mike Mayock (gem of the NFL network, dispatcher of brilliant lines that even the finest of orators, Nelson Mandela and the Dalai of Llamas included, would be hard-pressed to come up with - eg. ‘Getting hurt didn’t hurt him.’)]
Anyhow, enough with the chit-chat – shirtless footballers await.
And please, girls, do keep your drooling off the keyboard. You left quite a mess last time and even though I’ve only been here about a week, I’m tired of putting up with your shit. Diva-slam!
It is with great fanfare and a truly unnecessary sprinkle of glitter that I announce to you that hot footballers have officially landed at Ladies… and that I, the Dame Commander of Extra Time (yes, you shall all be made to curtsy in my presence), expert football perv-ette, have been set with the task of guiding you through the copious amounts of quality man-flesh on offer in the world of soccer.
In the words of Oprah, this may just be ‘the most exciting thing I’ve ever done.’
Like ever.
Or not.
Christ, it’s topless hotties after the jump, okay? What more do you people want from me? Sheesh!
[Dame’s note: By the way, I read that stupid ‘New Earth’ book Oprah was talking about and it’s a bit crap.]
