I can't say I've ever watched a minute of the Scottish Premier League on television (still waiting for that ESPN deal), but this is worth your 39 seconds.  In this clip, Kilmarnock's Alan Combe makes an excellent diving save against Aberdeen, then he makes a strong case for why, exactly, soccer players aren't supposed to use their hands.

Kilmarnock… is that a scotch?  I swear I've tried it before.  Oh man, now I want a drink.  I haven't had one since lunch.

(Seen on The Offside)

Remember that whole thing abou Ron Artest neglecting his Great Dane?  As it turns out, the district attorney neglecting his Great Dane?  As it turns out, the district attorney won't even file charges against him.

Tests at the vet revealed that the dog had an unknown bone infection in one of its legs which most likely led to the weight loss and loss of appetite. It also turns out that, contrary to popular belief, Artest had in fact hired two people to look after his Great Dane (Socks) while he was out of town.

So I guess we all owe Ron-Ron an apology for making all those jokes before the entire story came to light.  We have a tendency to get carried away and condemn people for things just because police are "investigating."  And by we I mean I.  But let's not go pointing fingers; that's such an ugly thing to do, especially when those fingers are pointed at me.  Unless you're saying "Hey, look at that hot dude."  Then point away, baby, because looking is free.

John Wendling, the former Wyoming safety who was drafted by the Bills this weekend, is six-foot-one and 222 pounds.  And judging by this video, he's moderately athletic — that's a 66-inch hurdle he leaps with a three-step approach.  I'm no mathemascientist, but that's kinda ridiculous.  He probably spent college boning cheerleaders that weren't as tall as that hurdle.  Or maybe he was jumping over them for practice.  Or jumping between boning sessions.

In conclusion, the movie White Men Can't Jump wasn't nearly as good as anybody said it was. 

Michael Vick had a busy week last week.  Before police found extensive evidence of dog-fighting and other animal cruelty on his property in Virgina, he had already "skipped a congressional breakfast he'd been invited to earlier in the week on Capitol Hill to discuss federal funding for urban football facilities."  This is in addition to January's secret-container for marijuana airport fiasco.  And before that, flipping the bird to fans.  And before that, animal cruelty on his property in Virgina, he had already "skipped a congressional breakfast he'd been invited to earlier in the week on Capitol Hill to discuss federal funding for urban football facilities."  This is in addition to January's secret-container for marijuana airport fiasco.  And before that, flipping the bird to fans.  And before that, the herpes thing.

Well, after talking to NFL commish Roger Goodell at the draft, Vick stated that he sees the error of his ways, and he's going to make changes in his life.

"I'm taking it upon myself and giving everybody my word that things are going to get changed around," Vick said. "Things are going to get turned around. I have a game plan for it. … The company I keep, a lot of things [have] got to change, and I mean that from the heart."

This is terrible news for us sports bloggers who depend on the Vick family for light-hearted police-related news.  Bad news also for With Leather assistant editor Kevin, who had a couple C-notes on Little Marcus Vick at next week's action at the family's animal-fighting compound.

I love rare feats in baseball — no-hitters, the cycle, triple plays, Manny Ramirez paying attention in left field, and so on.  Just think about it: of the tens of thousands of innings played in major league baseball every season, there are only handful of triple plays executed.  The unassisted triple play is among the rarest of these breeds: before yesterday, only 12 had been turned in the entirety of MLB history.  That's like one every 50 years or something.

So it's kind of cool that Rockies rookie Troy Tulowitzki pulled off the feat yesterday during the seventh inning of the Rockies' eleven-inning win over the Braves.

Kelly Johnson and Edgar Renteria singled for the Atlanta Braves in the seventh inning and were running on a 3-2 pitch when Tulowitzki caught Chipper Jones' line drive behind second base. The rookie stepped on the bag to double up Johnson and then tagged Renteria for the third out.  Apparently unsure if he had completed the play properly, Tulowitzki went back and touched second base again, then threw to first.

I like that killer instinct.  Sure, one in the chest and one in the head gets the job done, but sometimes you want to fire a couple extra rounds into the corpse to see the dead flesh jump.  Oh, so now I'm the sick one, huh?  Fine, just remember that Troy's the one who tagged bases unnecessarily.

All sorts of goodness about dreamy icon Tom Brady and one of With Leather's 300 favorite Brazilian women, Gisele Bundchen. From the Boston Herald:

• Dreamboat got Gisele to quit smoking.  She says food tastes better, but laments gaining 15 pounds.  I'm always cool with a woman gaining 15 pounds.  As long as she's a supermodel to begin with.
• Tommy also got Miss Bundchen a $3000 bracelet from Cartier as a way to thank her for not dumping him following the whole "Oops, I knocked up my ex-girlfriend" thing with Bridget Moynahan.  $3000?  And he makes how many million a year?  Weak.
• Gisele is reportedly the favorite to play the female lead opposite Tom Hanks in Angels & Demons, presumably because The Da Vinci Code wasn't crappy enough. No really, she was great in Taxi and The Devil Wear Prada.

I just wish he'd get his act together and knock her up already.  But apparently he's too busy partying at Tryst in Vegas without her.  Of course, if my team acquired Randy Moss, Donte' Stallworth, and Wes Welker after a season where Reche Caldwell was my primary target, I'd be going wild in Vegas, too.