Up for auction on EBAY is Carmelo Anthony’s 1971 Chevy Chevelle. It is fully customized with a Baltimore Orioles paint job. Could someone be gearing up for a move?

If you have an extra 20k laying around you should bid as all proceeds benefit The Carmelo Anthony Foundation. Bonus, you also get an autographed jersey.

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Judging by the troubles I had filling out an 8 team  fantasy basketball league earlier this year, the NBA’s popularity is waning in some circles.  Well, I may have the cure.  FreeDarko’s The Undisputed Guide To Pro Basketball History is now in paperback.  It’s also got really cool artwork, which we’ve sprinkled throughout this piece. One of the contributors, Bethlehem Shoals, sat down for a few minutes to answer some questions.

We discuss sports writing vs writing about sports, the art of google images and a cultural juggernaut that spreads its message through a bucket of confetti and a behind the back pass.

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Brooklyn Decker chugging beers, racking buffalo wings, and handing out wedgies. Pretty much sums up everything I want in my dream girl.

Who doesn’t love John Daly. From his chain smoking to his wild style, the man embodies everything I want to be. Just take a look at this picture of his new golf bag.

You put a flat screen on anything and I will love it.

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While he might not get much playing time during an actual game, we now know what UCONN QB Johnny Mac spends his free time doing. Mastering the art of trick football shots.

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Kim Kardashian got invited up on stage to dance with Prince at his MSG concert last night. Unfortunately for her she didn’t shake anything and got booted off the stage while her boyfriend, Kris Humphries looked on.

Brooklyn Decker kicks off the 2011 Swimsuit Launch Week!

And now, a moderate annoyance, written in the style of a 1940′s  crime noir story. (Why 1940′s crime noir? Fuck You. That’s why.)

The wind blew cold off the icy Gotham street, as I hailed a ride in the early morning hours.  I dug my hands deeper into my jacket pockets as I climbed into the back of a cab. Suddenly, a shudder. Not to worry. It’s just my phone.

The screen showed 37 new emails, all of which had arrived in the few minutes since I last checked. Even after one too many pops at the bar, I knew that wasn’t a good sign. Each note contained the same message. My email was undeliverable. Another bad sign, since I hadn’t sent any emails.  Each one came from  an address that had long ago vanished into the ether. Old jobs, old friends, old foes.

I stared out the fogged up window as the car rumbled down 2nd Avenue. I knew what had happened. I had been hit. I’d seen this sort of thing before. Someone is living their life, not thinking anything is wrong, then boom, just like that They get snagged. I just never expected it to happen to me.

Some two bit hacker had cracked my code and sent out spam messages to seemingly everyone I’d ever emailed over the past ten years. Of all the inboxes in all the internet, he had to break into mine.

My friends received a link to buy boner pills. My boss received a link to buy boner pills. Even my sainted mother.  Annoying? You bet. I was able to clean up the mess, but not before changing the password and abandoning the address I had called my own for more than a decade.

But the fact that the faucet had stopped dripping was cold comfort. Sleep wouldn’t come as I sat in the dark, watching the headlights climb the wall through my bedroom window. I was thinking about all the people who would be affected. A series of women who I had met once and decided I never wanted to see again would wake up to be reminded of our brief encounter, wondering, “What if?” A far larger number of women who had met me once and decided that was more than enough would be reminded of our awkward conversation as they tried to enjoy their morning coffee.  Perhaps they would look back fondly. Probably not. It was with that thought that I finally drifted off.

There was no sign of let up as I tried to shake off the fog of the morning a few hours later. Once the initial damage had been done, the second wave of trouble rolled in. It came in the form of a new round of emails, this time from the targets of the previous spamming. Each well meaning note delivered the same message, “Hey, I think you got hacked.” I got 41 of them. And each one required a brief response, “Yes, I did. Thanks for letting me know.”  This no name hacker had succeeded in monopolizing even more of my time.

This story does not end happily. In fact, it doesn’t even really end. I just sit here, a little less secure and a little less trusting. The problem has been remedied temporarily, though trouble continues to lurk around every corner on the internet, just waiting to pounce.

Sports Illustrated:  February 7, 2011

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Watching Ray Lewis bukkake all over some dudes face is probably the only thing worth watching about this video.

At cold as my picks are as it comes to sports gambling, I might as well let this baby make my pick for the Super Bowl winner. She has the in-depth analysis.

-H/T Hot Clicks

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