Ok, ok – I know the Ladies… have already featured Becks as an Advent Calendar hottie back in 2009. But ever since my conversion and renewed interest in finding hot athletes that light the menorah with me, I was delighted to discover that Mr. Golden Balls has referred to himself as “half-Jewish” (grandfather was Jewish). So in honor of his recent final game with the LA Galaxy, I propose a compromise for re-featuring him for our other holiday special. I give you all shirtless David Beckham.
Now, obviously if I’m a Buffalo girl, then it should follow that I’m a Sabres fan. And trust me, I am. With a healthy hatred for the Maple Leafs, Flyers, Bruins, and especially the Rangers. However, I feel it’s a little unfair to hold a hatred for the other NY team given that I live here, they’re seldom a threat, and they have a pretty cute goalie! Little older, but that’s never stopped me – meet Islanders goaltender Nick DiPietro.
The following post won’t do a damn thing to cool you down, either. So enjoy this montage of the hotness that is Yankee outfielder Brett Gardner after the jump, and then take a cold shower.
So when looking for today’s HDH, I had to scour my brain for someone new and different. Then I remembered Jake Arrieta. Jake was just recalled by the Orioles in the hopes of actually winning a few games. And Jake won his MLB debut against the Yankees. I couldn’t help but notice how hot Jake was, so now I’m sharing him with you.
I know the Orioles suck, but that doesn’t mean you can’t take a trip with me to Birdland after the jump to see some more of Mr. Arrieta.
Please accept our apologies for extreme lateness, but we Ladies… have been busy with everything from final exams, to holiday shenanigans (shopping, parental visits, eating our weight in cheese), to dealing with ridiculous snowstorms as they muck up travel plans.
So we hope that this final installment of Hanukkah Hunks makes up for the missed nights. Continue reading
As though the Advent Calendar of Hotness was not enough, here’s a complete buffet of NFL sizzle to wrap up your Friday. The Ladies… were recently presented with a challenge. Karen of Fredericton, New Brunswick writes:
So, in a strange twist of fate, I found myself watching football this weekend. And liking it…Can you recommend a team with the most hotties? ;) I typically have liked the Patriots, but I could potentially be swayed.
We love a challenge almost as much as football booty. Can we successfully encourage this loyal reader to avoid the “victim of regional coverage” trap? (I know a lot of Pats fans in this province. Also, Red Sox fans. It hurts.)
We begin dishing the advice in one of two parts after the jump.
Ok, so the Dodgers are currently down 3-1 to the Phillies in the NLCS, and I’m afraid I won’t get to see Andre Ethier again until March. So this post is basically happening to keep Andre’s hotness fresh in our memories. Ahh, what a season we’ve had Andre. Hopefully the boys in blue can pull out the win tonight so we can ogle Andre a wee bit longer. *le sigh*
So if you, like me, will miss seeing the pretty that is Mr. Ethier, take a trip with me after the jump.
Ladies, I’ve flashed a few hot pics of Mr. Lombardi before, but I’ve decided he needs his own post. This one actually comes by request from a friend of mine who, while perusing some of my posts, pointed out that Matthew was way hot and should get his own post.
So check out more of this man’s hotness after the jump!
Some of us Ladies have been looking forward to football season, so I thought what better way to get everyone hyped than to feature a hottie from every NFL team. Each week for the next four weeks, we’ll be featuring lesser-known hotties from an AFC and NFC division.
*hides from all Mets fans, some Jays fans, plenty of Yankees fans*
(Incidentally, you don’t need a white horse to steer you back onto course.)
For each one of you that sees the “Read the rest of this entry” link here and doesn’t click on it, a child is taught that Saves are useful statistics and that Derek Jeter is worthy of this year’s All-Star Game start. (So that’s a maybe. But do you really want to risk it?)
Good morning. I think my Los Angeles time zone just kicked your ass. And hey, you can stop making fun of my headline now, because I do actually speak French.
You can also stop making fun of it because you’re going to be too in awe of what inspired it to form coherent sentences. Strap your jaw closed so you don’t drool on your keyboard, and read on past this almost totally unrelated photo of Brett Cecil.
9 IP, 7 H, 1 BB, 14 SO, .378 WPA, 88-133 pitches-strikes. Observe.
*whimpers, flails about helplessly*
That is all.
Andy, Andy, Andy…what are we going to do with you? While you may have reached the round of 16 at the French Open for the first time in your career, I can’t help but be disappointed in your recent play. Andy, this isn’t even the tip of the iceberg. There are many more things that need to be brought to your attention. Just follow me after the jump, hon.
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!
The Ladies have a big announcement coming tomorrow, so BOLO! (That’s Be On the Lookout!)
Meanwhile, I received Kenny Mayne’s book in the mail yesterday. His publisher mass-emailed bloggers offering a free copy and I said, “SURE!” I’ll post a more detailed review when I’m finished reading it, but so far I’m enjoying it. He has his schtick to be sure, but overall it’s decently entertaining. The best part about it is the anecdotes he includes about his daughters Riley and Annie. He asked them to draw picture representations of famous sporting events (the Immaculate Reception, Don Larsen’s perfect game) and the illustrations are priceless. Annie drew Larsen’s game as a bowling game. I’m not sure why she chose bowling, but it’s adorable.
I was just about to go to sleep when I heard over WFAN that the NY Post had caught A-Rod red handed with a “mystery blonde”. Of course, I had to check that out – and yup, there it is, splashed all over the NY Post.
No way am I naive enough to be suprised that A-Rod is possibly cheating on his wife. As a matter of fact, I’m not even outraged. I don’t know exactly what it is, but I guess since these things happen so often in marriages involving celebrities and athletes, that it’s almost par for the course.
It still must suck for the wife. However, knowing A-Rod, he probably took the blonde to his room, and struck out. No, that joke doesn’t work that well this early in the season, does it?
Go to the NY Post for all the salacious details: he stayed at the Four Seasons while the majority of the team stayed at the Park Hyatt! they had dinner together and then went to a strip club! they got into an elevator together!
Today, I’m pinch hitting for TheStarterWife on Hit and Run duties. I know I cannot possibly be as cute as him, but I hope I’m as good at pinch hitting as Phillies bench hottie Greg Dobbs is.
Chase Utley’s been taking lessons from Tony LaRussa.
When you’re so amped up your pitching coach has to come to the mound in the second inning to ask you if you’re “on something,” you know you’ve got to dial it back. I don’t know what Ladies… favorite Cole Hamels did to get his head right after getting dinged for three runs in the first inning of last night’s game against the Atlanta Braves — chamomile tea, a little yoga, some Enya in the dugout? Whatever it was, it worked. Phils come out on top, 6 to 4. [Om mani padme om]
Dallas ekes out a W over the Golden State Warriors. Perhaps it was Avery Johnson’s tongue-lashing of Dirk Nowitzki (not like that, you pervs) that snapped him out of his funk? [Mark Cuban’s playoff beard gets a few more grays]
THIS IS WHY I’M HOT
If only, Shanno, if only.
I should have known Opening Night of the Phillies’ 2007 season was going to be a soul-crusher before I even took my seat. While I was waiting for my friend Judy to arrive, I could hear the strains of Josh Groban crooning “You Raise Me Up” on the PA system outside Citizens Bank Park.
Not a good sign.
Along with the dubious choice of musical accompaniment, it was a damp, chilly 46 degree night, the first of the Phillies’ many College Night promotions, and the first Dollar Dog Night of the season. Combine those three factors with the Atlanta Braves, a team Phillies fans love to hate, and you have the recipe for an outrageous night of baseball.
Holly’s Manning Disclaimer: I’m a Tennessee alum from a family of Colts fans. I love Peyton Manning. Love him. I have a Peyton Fathead on my bedroom wall. When he shows up in Knoxville for a charity event or a game, it’s like Elvis, Oprah, and Jesus Christ are in town. That’s just how I was raised, and there’s no deterring me. You’ve been warned. There’s still time to turn back before the jump.
Saturday Night Live airs way past my bedtime (my mind and heart apparently still belong to the East Coast), and I had to get up early this morning to watch our girls make mincemeat out of Marist. This is all by way of saying I’m unable to form any more complete sentences this morning, so please enjoy my notes from last night’s SNL, drunk typos intact, in convenient backwards livebloggy form:
There are about a thousand more media outlets, (Are we a media outlet? If so, can we get invited to one of those “reporter” websites where we can get copy to use?), that can tell you everything you need to know about the PAC-10. I would argue that the vast majority of you already know everything you need to know about the PAC-10 tourney.
(Cliff Notes – UCLA, Arizona, Oregon, Washington State, and USC are pretty much locks. Standford is most likely a lock, depending on how they do in the conference tourney. Washington needs to go crazy in the tourney to make it to the big dance.)
Since we are the ONE media outlet highlighting just the hotties, let’s get to it.
James Keefe – UCLA
(Not much going on there, but he has a great smile.)
It’s a good day to be an environmentalist. Not only did Al Gore’s global warming
PowerPoint presentation snoozefest call to arms An Inconvenient Truth win two Academy Awards for Best Documentary Feature and Best Original Song, but the luminaries of stopglobalwarming.org can add delicious Phillies second baseman Chase Utley to their ranks.
In an article on philadelphiaphillies.com (third item), Utley talks about how An Inconvenient Truth made him aware of the realities of global warming.
“Until I saw the movie, I never paid attention to it,” Utley said. “It opened my eyes. We’re not heading in the right direction as far as helping the environment. I’m trying to find ways to help, and trying to get people more aware. One person can’t change it. I just hope to educate people a little bit.”
Utley can’t resist a little dig at his teammates Aaron Rowand and Jon Leiber’s behemoths, either: “‘I don’t think we’re really on the same page,’ Utley said. ‘Maybe I’ll show them the movie.'”
Next on Utley’s Netflix queue: Ed Begley Jr.’s opus Who Killed the Electric Car?
(First in a series highlighting some of the hotter pro-sports team owners. There are some gems to be found among all those pasty old white men. Don’t worry, Mark, we’ll get to you.)
What makes Wyc Grousbeck a hottie –
Plays drums in a classic rock band, French Lick.
A degree in history from Princeton, JD from Michigan Law School, and MBA from Stanford Business School. Hot, hot, hot. Continue reading