John Terry and the rest of his Chelsea mates celebrated their double championship with a parade around London. I guess such a thing can make a man thirsty as the captain excitedly caught a beer thrown by one fan.
Wonder what the English will throw when they win the World Cup?
Just kidding. Although it is David Beckham with his son Romeo (doing his best Justin Bieber impersonation) hittin up a Jonas Brothers concert. I really do love my tween pop stars!
The running of the urinals at the 2010 Preakness doesn’t look as fun as in past years. I mean when full cans of beer aren’t flying at your head how much enjoyment can one really get out of it.
I remember when the third weekend in May used to be a fun trip with my friends to Pimlico (one of my favorite weekends of the year). Now it’s just another Saturday that I hit OTB.
Until now, Aaron Voros has literally never made a headline in his entire NHL career. But, even though the Rangers didn’t make the playoffs, the forward is probably getting more press attention than anyone playing in the conference finals this week.
That’s because he got into it with America’s version of Amy Winehouse.
Justin again somehow got chosen to be the best man at a wedding, fortunately we have John from 200 Miles from the Citi to fill the void. (If you like the Mets and you don’t read his blog you should be ashamed of yourself)
I’ve been telling you for weeks about the Sports Illustrated reviews written by a friend of mine, Justin, who writes for Sports Crackle Pop!
He’s got some best man duties this weekend (he leads the league in best man appearances…and is quite a toast writer – plus, he even married a couple – a true wedding renaissance man.), so I’m taking care of the baby that is the Sports Illustrated review this week.
His review has changed the way I read the magazine – I used to let SI kind of sit for a couple of days, take my time with the articles, and one magazine would lead right into another. But since Justin started writing these, I’ve begun to rush through them, so that I could read his review. (I should say, the review is designed to advise you on what to read or not read, but since I’m crazy and don’t like that, I rush through the magazine and then see if I agree with Justin.)
So I’m psyched to get the chance to do this, if only for a week. (A week that features a long, long science article and another story on murder, unfortunately.)
I’ll do my best to fill Justin’s shoes. He cracks me up…I don’t know if I can be as funny. I certainly won’t be cursing like he does. But I promise you this – at least I’ll proofread.
Even though Francesco Totti has been left off the Italy World Cup squad, he still can go home knowing that Ilary Blasi is there to console him. Check her out in May’s issue of Italy GQ.
I don’t ask for much in life. I really don’t. But I am going to ask for the Boston Celtics to make LeBron James feel like crap tonight.
You unleashed the beast that is Paul Pierce in Game 5, now feel the pain in Game 6. Win tonight and then it’s payback time Orlando Magic. Do it for Boston and more importantly do it for me!
Justin pointed out the wild first pitch thrown by Liz Claman of Fox Business yesterday. But it pales in comparison to this ceremonial pitch thrown by Olympic gymanst Shawn Johnson.