These athlete birthday cakes are getting crazier and crazier. Who comes up with these ideas? How does Steve Johnson decide to have a booty birthday cake?

Let me get a slice of the right cheek.

-H/T FloppingOut

College Humor introduces us to the ABB, the All Balls Brawl. The first two member of the league, Gesias “JZ” Cavalcante and Kenny Florian show that they are ready to hit below the belt.

Very NSFW language.

According to CagePotato the UFC have released my second favorite Octagon Girl, Brittney Palmer.

“We didn’t really think much of it when a rumor started going around that Brittney Palmer was on her way out of the UFC. There were some vague Twitter messages of bad luck, and Dana gave her some flack over screwing up which network was broadcasting UFC Live, but surely he wouldn’t just toss her, right?

Well, kids, no official announcement has been made, but we don’t really expect one either. Brittney Palmer is no longer listed as an Octagon Girl.”

If this is true, it is a sad day indeed.

Update: According to Dana White’s twitter account these rumors are false. “we didn’t get rid of @brittneypalmer so quit listening to hack websites and f’n relax.”

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Kate Upton doing what she does best.

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Wow. Just utterly speechless. Love that the kid has a Save Darfur sign.

Hope Solo and Alex Morgan do not approve.

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This poor guy can’t wear his Wayne Rooney jersey in peace. Sad face.

Here’s the thing about a Paul McCartney concert.  It doesn’t matter.

For me, at least, the experience was made the second Sir Paul strummed his first note on stage. At that point, he could have waved goodbye and left and I would have been satisfied. I saw a Beatle.

Luckily, that didn’t happen. Instead, McCartney played a great two and a half hour show at Yankee Stadium Friday night.  And I enjoyed every minute of it, even though I was literally sitting in the last row of the upper deck.

But, I could never get over the the fact that Paul McCartney is, in fact, Paul McCartney. Early on, he said “Here’s an old song that you might know,” then played All My Loving.  And, even though I’ve heard that song 75,000 times in my life, I had this minor epiphany when it started. “Holy shit, that’s the guy who wrote it!”  Later, he walked to the back of the stage and played guitar with a little feedback from the amp. Again, it hit me. HOLY SHIT! HE HELPED INVENT THAT! (It was actually John Lennon, but I’m sure Paul was there.)

Ideas like that popped into my head all night. Going in,  there was some talk that some special guests might show up. Maybe Billy Joel would stroll onstage for a song or two. Maybe some other rock legend.  That idea had me pretty excited. But, unless that guest star was Ringo Starr, what would be the point? I like Billy Joel a lot. I love Bruce Springsteen the way people down south love Jesus.  But, having either of them on stage would have added nothing.

You can’t top a Beatle.

Which brings me to the final thought I had last night. Earlier this year, Paul McCartney was honored at the White House.  That means, at some point, Paul McCartney and Barack Obama approached each other in a room and shook hands. Who wins that one?  Is Barack Obama more excited to meet one of the Beatles? Or is Paul McCartney more excited to meet the most culturally significant political leader in history?

Chew on that one for a bit.

Sports Illustrated. July 18th, 2011

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Wonder if a YouTube of me proposing to Mila Kunis would work?

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As Tiger’s income declines, his expenses continue to rise.  Forbes has the scoop, but here are the juicy details on Tiger’s broke ass.  Continue Reading

So it looks like Jose Reyes started his own record label called Siete Music. And how better to showcase your artists than insert yourself into the first single…ala Ron Artest.

I have no clue what anyone is saying in “No Hay Amigo,” but the beat is bananas.