Here are some bullets because there's nothing post-worthy going on.  Did no one get arrested last night?

• I've gotten a couple emails about how John Travolta messed up Cal Ripken Jr's HOF speech by weeping through it, but this is the only video I've seen of it, and it's inconclusive.
• I was right about Notre Dame and Michigan: they got back together, and in a big way.
• New York people: go check out Varsity Letters tomorrow.
• At last!  Conclusive photos of Brady Quinn… umm… hanging out.  With people.  Doing nothing interesting.  Fasten your seat belts.
• Off-topic: 2 Dinar is a new website about the war in Iraq written entirely by veterans.  Worth keeping an eye on if you want an idea of what's going on over there.
• Regarding the pic above: she's not going to play Jenna Jameson.  She never was, and she never will.  Except in my fantasies.

Well, that was fun.  Only 14 more hours until the next With Leather post gives you more bulleted links.  I'm sure you're thrilled.

Joining the storied ranks of Shaquille O'Neal, Allen Iverson, Ron Artest, and probably some other people, Minnesota Timberwolf Troy Hudson became the latest NBA player to release a rap CD.  And as you can probably guess, it's a huge hit.

Timberwolves guard Troy Hudson's first rap album, "Undrafted," sold 78 copies in the first week after it was released on July 17.

Seventy-eight thousand?  Hundred?  Is that number supposed to be in dozens?  Because I could write a book and get at least 80 people to buy it in the first week.  And people fucking hate books.  But I could do it.  My mom and dad would buy two apiece, then from there it's just calling in favors and threatening to stab bookstore customers.  Piece of cake.

Expect Hudson's follow-up album "Unpurchased" to be released never.

This poor snowboarder suffers a terrible injury, but at least he handles the accident with dignity and grace… "dignity and grace" being my code words for the shrieking of a man tortured by eternal hellfire.

Note: I had to miracle up some HTML skills to turn off this video's auto-play function, so please give it a watch by hitting the little button with the sideways triangle in it.  Thanks. 

Paul Zeise is a reporter for the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, and as if his life wasn't miserable enough from that description alone, he now has issued an apology for remarks about the Michael Vick case he made on a late-night roundtable TV show.  The comments that landed him in hot water:

"It's really a sad day in this country when somehow … Michael Vick would have been better off raping a woman if you look at the outcry of what happened. Had he done that, he probably would have been suspended for four games and he'd be back on the field. But because this has become a political issue, all of a sudden the commissioner has lost his stomach for it."

See, this is typical of the mainstream media.  The know-it-all remarks from Monday morning dogfighters and armchair rapists are made of ignorance and arrogance.  I mean, seriously.  Ziese is totally clueless about the motivation for and repercussions of both rape and dogfighting. 

For example, there's way more glory and money to be had in dogfighting… whereas rape is for angry loners and lacrosse players. Duh.

The fifth annual Homeless World Cup is presently being held in Copenhagen, which I'm sure is just awesome for the tourism industry there.  There's a wealth of comedy to be mined here, but the Homeless World Cup has excellent intentions.

The Homeless World Cup exists to be a catalyst for lasting change through the development of street soccer worldwide in a way that that creates a maximum social impact for the players involved – socially excluded, homeless people and people living in poverty… 77% of players involved significantly change their lives forever.

Whatever, they need to get their message out to Brooklyn, because the motherfuckers are still in front of the Starbucks below my apartment, every deli on the street, and the grocery the next block over from me.  I walk five blocks and get hassled on every one of them.  "Spare some change?"  "Help out a Vietnam vet!"  "Help me get something to eat."  "Do you have a minute for the environment?"  No, no, no, and yes but don't talk to me.  I just want to walk down the street, not make the world a better place.  Jeez.

But if there's something good that comes out of this — other than homeless people getting shipped to another country — it's that you can gamble on the event!  Huzzah!  We're one step closer to killing hobos for sport!

It's kind of a slow day around the sports world, and I realize that all of the tennis coverage recently has basically been Serena Williams's ass.  And that's just not right.

So here's five-year-old American Jan Kristian Silva at work — I'm guessing at the tennis academy he attends in France.  Enjoy the "phenom" tag while it lasts, kid.  In 4th grade they said I read at an 8th grade level.  Now I can barely spell my name.  That's what blog comments can do to your brain.

(More video of Jan at age 3 available at FanIQ)