Summer Is Here…And So Is Kate Upton In GQ
Happy summer y’all. Kate Upton helps ring the hottest time of the year by being her slightly attractive self in the upcoming issue of GQ.
Happy summer y’all. Kate Upton helps ring the hottest time of the year by being her slightly attractive self in the upcoming issue of GQ.
Your eyes do not deceive you. The two men on exercise balls strengthen their core would be Philadelphia Eagles quarterback Michael Vick and rapper Nelly.
Dan Gilbert and the rest of America will be in the fetal position on Thursday night when the Heat go for the franchise’s second championship. The Heat took a 3-1 series lead over the Thunder last night with a 104-98 victory, putting them on the brink of winning […]
In case you missed it on Monday, the NFL made available some of the evidence discovered on the computers of the New Orleans Saints. Suffice to say, these findings (or lack thereof) didn’t make Jonathan Vilma and company very happy.
LeBron James is two wins away from the NBA title, which in turn will likely cause Twitter to dissolve or spontaneously combust. Here is what you missed from the weekend…
A demented soul on You Tube decided to clip Tom Brady’s interviews and other assorted media appearances into a mashup of the influenza known as “Call Me Maybe.” Blasphemous.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t extol the virtues of my Dad on Father’s Day. Of course, this is the man most responsible for cultivating my sports interests and love of football in particular.
The San Diego Chargers drafted LaDainian Tomlinson in 2001 and on Monday, the future Hall of Fame running back will retire with the team. Tomlinson plans to re-sign with the team so he can retire as a Charger, an act that has become rather commonplace in sports circles.
That’s My Boy with Adam Sandler hits theaters this weekend. I’m not sure on the whole plot but I’m sure it’s about Adam Sandler telling lies and deceiving women to earn a $20 million paycheck since that is what he does in most of his movies.
Over roughly the last decade during the NBA Finals, every June has followed a similar pattern for basketball fans. The search for an entity comparable to Michael Jordan fills thoughts as if we’re trying to re-capture our childhood or another golden period of our otherwise mundane lives.