• Chevrolet tries to ruin the Super Bowl. "It's your basic Statue of Liberty play with one hitch, Knute Rockne called it the forward pass."
• All things Detroit Pistons. Wiz only has one 'z', just ask Kansas City. (or Diana Ross)
• Baltimore still hates the Irsays. My Uncle Sam still tells stories of his beloved Chicago Cardinals.
• Women love football.  Make your girlfriend read this, and, while you're at it, make her give me her hot friend's number.
• Ronaldo goes to AC Milan.  In case you're wondering Lev Yashin was white, not a friend of Huey Newton.
• Satisfy your need for information about Iona and Wichita State.  My man-junk was once referred to as Mid-Major.
• Pantaloons from the '80s.  I know Zubaz will work their way into my nightmares tonight.
• Who wins the Second Coming?  I'll bet you think the answer is Jesus.  Nope, it's Tony Parker.
• The end zones are painted pink!  If you buy this on pay-per-view, I'll bring the guacamole.  Didn't George Allen coach the Bliss?

As The Big Lead noted earlier, Gisele Bundchen and Tom Brady have finally deigned to be photographed together. Are you ready? Because I'm going to do it. Okay, here goes… [deep breath]…

Omahgah TOM and GISELE!1!! OMG OMG OMG!!! So dreamy and nice scarf and that chin! And I COVET her bag and how it matches her boots!!1! They're TOTALLLY going to last 4ever!

Sorry, but that had to be done. I have now purged the gay from my mind, and have been cleared to fly to Miami for boob-ogling.

Oh, and TMZ.com has the video of a surly Dreamboat leaving Gisele's apartment that I did a post on the other day. Every time I see those I get depressed, because it actually makes me hate the paparazzi and feel sorry for rich people. Which is bullshit. We all know the paparazzi are doing the Lord's work.

Okay, one last note here, and then I'll leave the Dreamboat story alone and focus on my upcoming all-access weekend in Miami. The Big Lead said of the picture:

Are scarves cool again? Didn’t know that.

To which I say: Motherfuckers, it is COLD here in New York. Dreamboat's a badass for not having it wrapped around his neck like a belt in the bedroom. But now I've said too much.

Apparently not realizing that his brilliant decision to hire (then fire) Larry Brown is the reason he's now the Knicks' coach, Isiah Thomas has turned to calling Phil Jackson pussy-whipped for staying in Los Angeles with his girlfriend, Lakers president Jeannie Buss, when he could have had the Knicks job.

Before last night's 99-94 Knick victory over Jackson's Lakers, Thomas yesterday called Jackson and Pat Riley "the two best in our business" – a clear dig at Brown. Thomas had a full-day interview with Jackson at Los Angeles International Airport 20 months ago. Thomas believes if it weren't for Lakers president Jeanie Buss, Jackson would have come to New York…

"I thought his interest was genuine," Thomas said. "I thought he always had a soft spot for the Knicks and this city. I thought he was close to coming. I think the situation in Los Angeles, the relationships he had, the home he made, it weighed heavily in his decision. Had he been younger, and a little bit freer and had not had as many ties in L.A., it could have been a different story."

Okay, so maybe Isiah didn't use the exact phrase "pussy-whipped." In fact, he was probably just giving a straightforward answer, and it's not really that big of a deal. But that's not satisfying for me. In my little world, Isiah Thomas is an idiotic dickhead, and it makes me happier to think of him blaming Jeannie Buss for his sucking as the coach of the Knicks.

The savviest of webgoers have probably already seen this, and to those people I say: you should really get out more.

Anyway, this is new to me, and I'm willing to post anything to take my mind off the Super Bowl for 18 seconds. It's the Arizona Cardinals' Adrian Wilson showing off his 66" vertical. Yes, that's five and a half feet.

No word on if this actually helped the Cardinals win a game this year, but… probably not. 

An anonymous reader sends this email to me and the fine fellows at Kissing Suzy Kolber, which, in the name of senseless rumor-mongering, I've decided to publish in near-entirety:

I dunno if I'm totally late to this news or what, but I was having a conversation with a friend of mine about the Super Bowl, and she remarked that she would be cheering for the Colts, because she liked Peyton Manning, and she had seen Adam Vinatieri naked.

This gave me pause.

The gist of her explanation was that she had attended South Dakota State University (Go Jackrabbits!) at the same time as Vinatieri, and as a student, he had earned extra money as a stripper for bachelorette parties and the like. My friend had attended such a party, where Vinatieri was the featured attraction, and [she] had seen the full monty, as it were.

I have no photographic evidence to substantiate this claim, but suspect it exists, if one goes looking for it…

Well, anonymous tipster, consider me looking for it. Attention, Jackrabbit alumnae and assorted women of South Dakota: please, send me pictures of Adam Vinatieri's cock. Because otherwise, as a respected news outlet, I can only say that this is a cruel rumor and totally untrue. And nobody wants that.

Since I may very well not be going to the big game while I'm in Miami this weekend, I need to find other things to keep myself entertained besides getting drunk. Getting drunk, while fun, isn't exactly the hard-hitting news you've come to expect from With Leather. That's why I'll be at Hollywood Beach on Saturday:

Six members of the elite Philadelphia Eagles Cheerleading squad are heading down to Hollywood Beach, Florida, for "Beauties on the Beach" – an NFL-sponsored cheerleader challenge taking place Saturday, February 3, at 2 p.m. … The Eagles cheerleaders… will compete against cheerleaders from the Houston Texans, Washington Redskins, New Orleans Saints, Tampa Bay Buccaneers, Miami Dolphins, Buffalo Bills, and Jacksonville Jaguars in the two-hour challenge. The event, hosted by the Super Bowl XLI host committee, will feature beach volleyball, flag football, kayaking, tug of war and a dance competition.

I'm sorry, what? What the hell is the Super Bowl committee thinking? Flag football? Fucking kayaking? Do I have to teach the NFL classes on sexiness? Pudding wrestling — now that's what they'd be doing if I were in charge of this shit.

But don't worry, I'll be there. The dance competition should be enough. And my digital camera has a great zoom feature.