Cardinals quarterback and former USC standout Matt Leinart continues his offseason regimen of hanging out in the hot tub and getting underage coeds from Arizona State drunk. Does God hate you? Before today, we couldn't be sure. But these photos pretty much confirm it. Sorry.
The Dirty has the details on many of the girls in these (and more) photographs, and it appears most or all of them graduated high school in 2006, placing them in the 19-20 age range. Leinart is just shy of his 25th birthday, so there doesn't seem to be anything too scandalous about this party. Oh, well, except the illegal part. Excuuuuuuse me, Mister Clarence Darrow. Not all Americans know every obscure blue law in the country, like "the drinking age is 21" or whatever.
Leinart's buddy Nick Lachey, on the other hand, is 34. If you're 34 and can tolerate a conversation with a 19-year-old girl, congratulations: you are functionally retarded. But I guess the TV show about being married to Jessica Simpson probably should have tipped us off about that one.
I've never been a big fan of the single game on MLB's Opening Night — I much prefer the day-long orgy of aces on the true Opening Day. But last night's Barves-Nationals game was surprisingly worthwhile.
First, the Nats unveiled the new Nationals Park (lots of photos here), which will be stadium's name for another two or three weeks until Ted Lerner gets a corporate sponsor to shell out the appropriate millions of dollars for naming rights. Finally. RFK may have once been a great place for football, but it is the single worst stadium for baseball that I've ever seen. Plus the new park represents the first couple of acres on the Anacostia's banks in DC where it's actually unlikely you'll become the victim of violent crime.
Second, it was a hell of a ballgame. The Nats scored two runs in the first to grab a lead that they held until Paul Lo Duca allowed a run-scoring passed ball in the top of the 9th. With 24 straight Nats batters in a row retired by the Braves' staff, things looked headed to extra innings. Instead, Ryan Zimmerman ended it with a solo shot with two outs in the bottom of the inning. Game over. (Video here)
And finally: yes, the Commander-in-Chief made an appearance, throwing the ceremonial first pitch and visiting Jon Miller and Joe Morgan in the booth, where he called the stadium's first home run (Chipper Jones) and was verbally fellated by both announcers. Video of the first pitch is after the jump. It's kind of a downer — I was expecting a hailstorm of boos, but the booing gets overpowered by the cheering. Unless Bush got 30,000 tickets for his family, I'm guessing that was a sound effect added by ESPN.
For the first time since the NCAA tournament began seeding teams, all four #1 seeds have advanced to the Final Four, which means that your secretary is now winning your office pool. With Leather offers its hearty congratulations to Kansas, UNC, UCLA, and Memphis, all of whom looked and played like they deserved their seeds (save possibly Kansas, which survived a scare from tourney sweetheart Davidson). As much as it's sad to see Stephen Curry and #10 Davidson exit the bracket, it's also nice that Bill Self's Jayhawks finally made the Final Four. Not because I like Bill Self, mind you — I'm just tired of being told Bill Self can't make the Final Four.
With my bracket now officially in the shitcan, I've turned my attention to the Final Foer. I like pretentious douchebag Franklin over nerdy pencil-necked Joshua in the semis, then Franklin again over self-satisfied wiener Jonathan Safran in the final. Winner gets punched in the balls.
NOTE: I'll review the leaders in the WL Pool of Hard Knocks before the Final Four begins.
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We're at halftime in the last of the Elite Eight contests and three of the #1 seeds have advanced to San Antonio. Just as Clark Kellogg predicted. Wait, what? If the Kansas Jayhawks can hold on to defeat upset-minded Davidson, the Buckeye wordsmith will be hailed as a modern-day Nostradamus. Or at least a contemporary Miss Cleo. Anyway, 20 minutes of basketball will determine if Stephen Curry will be watching the Final Four on TV with some hot Davidson co-eds (pic courtesy of Busted Coverage), or if his squad of cagers will be taking a field trip to the Alamo.
Oh yeah, I meant to post earlier predicting a Memphis win, but I forgot. Probably because I didn't think they would win until the game was over. -KD
Is that "4th Down" Freddie Mitchell stepping out at a Vegas nightclub? According to my sources, it certainly is. And it appears that his lovely date has undone a button for every wide receiver more talented than him that was picked after him in the 2001 NFL Draft. Yes, there's a button for Steve Smith, one for Chad Johnson, and even one for Reggie Wayne. Why was this scene important enough to photograph? It seems George Clooney's girlfriend (above) was at this soirée as well - she looks like a fun girl. Anyway, enjoy clicking through the whole gallery of party-goers while I attend to some assistant editor duties (i.e. recuperate from hangover). Careful, some of the pics aren't even safe for your day of rest.
By the way, Clooney is starring in a new pigskin film - you can read an expert review at Film Drunk. The movie is about football, so that's why I'm mentioning it. The pigskin reference? I was talking about Renee Zellweger. -KD
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