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Hey, we couldn’t name one single *NSYNC song (just had to look up the spelling, too) but for all this kid Timberlake’s prissy, boy-band, guyliner wearing past…you have to admit he’s a great ESPY Awards host.
He obviously knows and loves his sports and showed he doesn't take himself too seriously. We’ll be the first ones to say it…someday soon he should host the Oscars, too.
Good job, Justin.
The orange belt's gotta go though, dude.
So, the dancing princess finally got her way. Jason Taylor goes from a shitty team to a slightly less shitty team. At least the Big Tuna won’t have to pretend to like him anymore.
And, more importantly, at least we won’t have to write about him anymore. There’s enough Favre crap out there to keep us all fat & giggly.
With those NASCAR offers drying up and fed up with the boys paying more attention to the infinitely hotter Milka Duno, Danica Patrick is starting to show her true colors.
After getting out of her car during this morning’s practice, Patrick quickly walked to where Duno, the only other woman racing this weekend, was pitted and confronted the less experienced driver about getting in her way several times during the practice.
The resulting exchange followed:
When it was done, Danica simply told reporters, “I just wanted to know if she saw me out there.”
Maybe Milka didn’t see you, but the rest of the world is witnessing your eventual undoing, babydoll.
The new ‘sport’ of human cockfighting mixed martial arts is in dire need of better spokespeople. This douche Frank Shamrock and the other dillhole Dana White are doing their cause serious harm with ridiculous public appearances in favor of MMA.
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MMA needs a new spokesman. Now.
We posted the not-so-good video a few days ago, but now we finally have the picture to prove it.
Mr. Met might be looking for Mr. Job.
Just because you’re old and you haven’t won in a while, doesn’t mean we should forget your history. Colin Montgomerie is a drunken dick, Tom Watson can’t putt and Greg Norman chokes on Sunday. Despite your age, the story remains the same.
Also, is there anyone on the face of the planet who doesn’t know Paul Azinger has a vested interest in trying to make these golfers look good? They hit the shittiest possible shot, and the ‘Zinger calls it ‘fabulous’ because he wants you to watch the Ryder Cup in a coupla months.
For real sports fans, this British Open is simply unwatchable…unless you’re Irish of course, in which case it’s time to swill some Tullamore Dew with a Guinness back. Just like every other day.
Tiger would have won by half a dozen shots.
C’mon. That has got to be a fake Irish accent. Chicago is full of Irish and zero percent of them have that fake Lucky Charms accent.
