Dan Steinberg is on the scene at the Redskins' preseason camp, so of course he's spending just as much time reporting on odd fan behavior as he is on the players.  And frankly, that's the way I like it.  His most recent fan profile is on Skins fanatic Kevin McCarthy, also known by the clever moniker "Redskins Tattoo Guy."

His right arm has, among other things, a Redskins helmet, images of the team's three Super Bowl trophies, six empty trophies ("for future fill-ins"), the name and initials of the three Redskins Super Bowl MVPs–John Riggins, Doug Williams and Mark Rypien–and the signatures of those three men…

His back, though, is the real showstopper, with old and new team helmets and the names, numbers, positions and years inducted for all 20 Redskins in the Pro Football Hall of Fame, made to resemble a football card. There's an empty space of about an inch-and-a-half at the bottom, which McCarthy figures will be good for two more names–"I was hoping for Darrell Green and Art Monk," he told me.

Wait a second.  Six empty trophies?  How long is this guy expecting to live?  Is he from the future or something?  Maybe Robot Joe Gibbs will be a better coach than the washed-up old man they have at the helm now.

(Special thanks to Agent Steinz for sharing his original photos.) 

Right now the big buzz — replacing the downers of Bill Walsh's death and Mike Vick's dogfighting case — is the potentially positive development of Kevin Garnett's impending trade to the Celtics.

The trade as reported: Garnett to the C's for Al Jefferson, Ryan Gomes, Sebastian Telfair, Gerald Green, Theo Ratliff's expiring contract, and future draft picks.  Or, more succinctly: KG for Al Jefferson, chump change, and chumps.  Predictably, fan boners are rock-hard all over the Internet, from the Sports Guy to MJD (whose headline-photo combo is downright frightening).  And I haven't even gone over to CelticsBlog yet.  I'm afraid I met get wet.

Are you ready for Rajon Rondo?  Does this make the C's a contender?  The automatic sacrificial lamb to the Western Conference?  The answer, of course, is that I'm not gonna care until next April anyway, so why bother.  Can you sense my ironic detachment?  Not caring about things is what makes me so cool.

So, Major League Baseball's trade deadline is today, and the biggest trade looks to be… uhhh…. hmn.  Kevin Garnett to the Celtics?

If you're down with all the trade talk, you can peep ESPN.com's report card here or a savvy, entertaining blog version here.  Basically, the Braves got Mark Teixeira (pictured, left) for a playoff push but in doing so allowed the Rangers to get the better end of the trade, including hot catching prospect Jarrod Saltalamacchia, which sounds either delicious or very, very contagious.  The Rangers continued building for the future by shipping off Kenny Lofton's ancient legs back to Cleveland for another young catching prospect, Max Ramirez.  And it looks like the Phillies made a couple of small, smart moves to improve the team for the stretch run and the future.

There were some other trades, but it's still kinda early and I might fall asleep if I keep talking about baseball.  Don't get me wrong, I love baseball.  America's pastime, yadda yadda.  But trade talk in the morning before I've had coffee?  Or mescaline?  I'd almost rather watch the WNBA.  Almost.

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

• The Angry T ranks the hottest NBA dance teams.  I don't think I could stand the rigors of the 82-game season if it wasn't for these lovely lasses of the hardwood.  And by hardwood, I mean I experience an erection when I watch them twirl.   
• The Cleveland Cavaliers sue Ticketmaster on Lion in Oil.  Sure, you could do away with paper tickets if you want all your favorite events crammed with jedis who employed mind-trickery to enter.
• One More Dying Quail eulogizes Bill Robinson.  Who can forget Bill's HBP RBI in the top of the ninth of Game 7 of the '79 Series?  You do recall it?  Sorry, that was a trick question - off to retirement home with you grandpa.
• Girls Gone Sports performs a strange but sexy ritual involving Tony Romo.  The Champagne of Bottled Beers should be used in a more constructive endeavor, such as pouring over a fine rack alá Elisabeth Shue.  Or you could drink it.  
• The Sporting Orange asks what if Bonds had played for the Devil Rays.  Do people ever refer to Tampa as "the city by the bay"?  I know I've heard it called "the Skank-Swamp near St. Shitsburg."
• 100% Injury Rate knows Carlos Tevez is a heartbreaker.  Natalia Fassi is beautiful (and obviously blind), but my favorite Argentinian is the lovely Karina.

Send your submissions for Saint Andrew's Net to withleather@gmail.com. 

I just watched this video six times in a row, and I'm not even close to done yet.  In fact, I've canceled all my plans tonight so I can keep watching this clip.  Finding the right girl on eHarmony is just gonna have to wait another day.

(Unending thanks to the devilishly handsome J.E. Skeets) 

Doin' It Well is a celebration of some of the best comments from the previous week at With Leather.  It is compiled by the editorial staff and runs every Monday.

I've fallen into the habit of railing against the evils of unfunny and lazy commenting in this feature, and I want to take a break from that to say, Hey everyone, great job last week.  I had more fun reading the comments last week than I did writing the site.

And, while I'm on the subject of writing for this site, I want to take a moment to point out that no matter how lazy I am — and I'm pretty friggin' lazy — I'll never fall into the blogger habit of writing, "Insert joke about _______ here" when there's an easy target.  Why do people do that?  If it's such an easy target for jokes, how about, I don't know, actually inserting a joke?  Seriously.  I'm lazy, but I'll at least work hard to think of something marginally less unfunny.

Like these outstanding comments (watch out, it's a long list this week):

From JEREMY SHOCKEY IS A GENTLEMAN

• TEXAS: I usually just whip out my dick, pour a line of coke on it, and start shaking it.  It's kinda like the "Banjo Minnow" for strippers.

• Weed Against Speed: Everyone knows the way to a stripper's heart to is act exactly like their abusive alcoholic pervert father.

From MICHIGAN, NOTRE DAME TO TAKE A BREAK

• Angel Eyes Van Cleef (for now): Are we allowed to make Quasimodo references when discussing Notre Dame? Not that i would stoop to that level, not that i could with this hunchback.

• Vanilla: I heard that Baylor has not stopped texting Michigan things like 'Where the hell are you, Michigan!' Please Baylor, like your ugly ass has a chance!

From RUSSIAN BIATHLETES CAN BE POISONOUS

• Tim: 4 x 7.5 kilometer relay. It takes four guys to run 8 inches? Metric system, whatever.

• Burnsy: Why can't we bring the Cold War back? It's so much cooler than real war.

• whowillsexmutombo: Does anyone understand the political landscape of that part of the world since Russia started dating Yoko and the USSR broke up? I don't think they even have countries over there anymore - they just make up a name and call it a "region" at their convenience. It's like The Lord of The Rings … only with less food.

• Ted Striker: My favorite biathlete is A-Rod.

And now for some solo work:

• Rob on sewage in the Browns' locker room: This is just like when the Patriots' locker room was flooded with Summers Eve.

• lieutenant winslow on rape: as the resident jew lawyer around here i feel compelled to point out that it ir not, technically, rape if the alleged victim is (i) a prostitute, (ii) an exotic dancer or (iii) unconscious.

• Angel Eyes Van Cleef (for now) on the Raiders' music video: Jesus, that thing was longer than Ben Hur. Enjoyed it though.  Ben Hur that is. The chariot race was superb.

• sheedshair on Lindsay Lohan: i knew she was going to be a dirty coke whore ever since she tried pulling that "there's two of me" bullshit in the parent trap

Oh, and a +1 to everyone who dropped a Tenacious D quote or took part in the Bob Costas = Chuck Norris game.  I really enjoy the notion of Costas as a telekinetic madman from the future.