Saint Andrew's Net" is With Leather's daily link dump, written by assistant editor/Chicago native KD. Expect sports and tits.

• Sportable gives you Athletes as Kids the Soccer Edition.  You can actually see the resemblance in their young faces – how come you can't do this baseball players?  Oh right, the HGH and steroids and etc. 
• The Ghosts of Wayne Fontes think Joey Harrington is dazed and confused.  "That's why if you please, I am on my bendin' knees, Joey don't come around the NFL anymore."
• Stubby Clapp gets a job on the 26th Man.  Your weekend assignment: compose five limericks containing the unfortunate Mr. Clapp.
• Donkey Carnival shows you how to earn college credit for attending the Final Four.  And people gave me shit for taking Bowling.  (See also the Postmen and Lion in Oil.)
• Signal to Noise catches up with George Mason Patriots.  Thank God writing has never turned into a dreary, depressing job – here's my career aid.

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So we all remember the gruesome Bob Woolmer story, right? The cricket coach who died in his hotel room after losing to Ireland? Well, now cricket officials in Pakistan are disputing the Jamaican police's assessment of the case as a murder.

Pakistan cricket board officials suspect that the death of coach Bob Woolmer was due to natural causes and that the Jamaican police acted hastily by declaring it a murder.

A senior official of the board, who asked not to be identified, said they had received information that there could have been mistakes in the first autopsy on Woolmer's body.

Naturally, the cricket officials are experienced crime professionals who all have experience as coroners working on corpses on the other side of the world. Let's look back on this fun quote from an earlier part of the story:

Blood, vomit and diarrhea were splattered over the walls and floor of Woolmer's hotel bathroom, said Pakistan's team spokesman Pervez Mir Wednesday afternoon.

Yeah, natural causes. Like ebola.

Daisuke Matsuzaka, the Boston Red Sox' $103 million Japanese rookie pitcher, shared the interesting way he learned English at a press conference yesterday:

Matsuzaka said he watched movies to help him learn English – "Lethal Weapon" with Mel Gibson, "Cliffhanger" with Sylvester Stallone. In the midst of a string of Japanese words, he spoke two familiar ones: "Meg Ryan."

Uh, Meg Ryan isn't in either of those movies dude, and Japan is about fifteen to twenty years behind on their American cinema.  Like every red-blooded American male, I loved the original white/black cop-buddy-picture, Running Scared, and Lethal Weapon is great too.  But Cliffhanger?  Janine Turner is very hot, but this film should have never been made available for export.  Just so we're clear, Dice-K is learning Shakespeare's tongue predominantly from Mel Gibson, Danny Glover, and Sylvester Stallone.  Did anyone else's head just explode?

He also revealed a wide variety of his favorite people – from Cy Young to Manny Ramirez to Angelina Jolie.  "Obviously, she's very pretty," Matsuzaka, 26 and married, said through Hoshino, "but there's an aura about her. She also has strength and poise."

Move over Mitch Albom, Daisuke can parlay this this into some "Three People You Meet for Sashimi" book deal.  Also, I assume the spirit of "poise" and "strength" were lost in translation: read casaba tits and fellatory lips. -KD

Editor's note: With Leather policy dictates that all stories about Daisuke Matsuzaka be accompanied by a picture of a Japanese gravura model. Say hello to Yoko Matsugane, everyone. 

ESPN.com-columnist-turned-sports-blogger Dan Shanoff sold a screenplay to some company called TeamWorks Media. The monetary details of the sale are under tight wraps, but the screenplay tells the Cinderella story of an intramural basketball team that somehow gets to the NCAA tournament.

I'm not quite sure I can swallow that leap of faith, but it's more feasible than my movie. Scarlett Johansson plays a stripper who falls for the scrappy underdog (ably played by me in a star-making role), who teaches her that true love is more than just the dirty things she can do in the bedroom. And the shower. And the maid's closet at a ritzy hotel. Rated PG. For Porno Graphic.

Whaddaya mean that's not a movie? I thought a screenplay was something you just imagined and masturbated to. Oh man. This is gonna change the conversations I have with screenwriters.

A popular source of mockery that is, as you can see from this Bruin Report Online thread and Campus Confidential.  Sure, I'm hoping for one of these underdogs left to win the NCAA Tournament, but singling out a fine young gentleman's idiosyncrasies is no way to inspire your team.  I imagine when the youthful Mr. Noah tosses his immature mane, and lets out his adolescent roar, he is saying, "Wow, this is a great game.  I wish Dr. Naismith were alive right now, so I could give him a warm embrace of gratitude for inventing it.  I also celebrate my teammates and the inspired competition of my opponents with my mighty bellow."  Just like Simba.

For all of you Hollywood producers out there, I've just done your work for you again.  Who wouldn't want to watch a Lion King meets Dirty Dancing vehicle, although my conception of this blockbuster emphasizes 'Dirty' and 'King' and not so much anything about dancing lions.  Here's the pitch: Naomi Watts falls for an assistant sportsblog editor who is too dedicated to his work.  Write it up and have it on the screen by August. -KD

(Thanks to Foul Balls for the tip.)

This is an ad for a Ajinomoto Stadium in Japan. It's kinda clever, and unlike most things that come from Japan, it doesn't seem to be the recreation of somebody's sweat-soaked night terrors or violent perverted fantasies.

And is it just me, or is the Japanese word for cute "ha-WING!"?

(Thanks to deviant sex fiend Jessica for sending this in.)