I don’t think I’m being facetious, sexist, or even cynical when I say that you can judge a man’s success by the appearance of the women that try to sleep with him. And honestly, I shudder to think that this poor woman might have nothing better to do than chase Kevin Costner around the Canadian Open Pro-Am with a video camera. But hey, she got a room number out of it. Oh man, you’d think some people would have higher standards than that. Well, I would. Who wants to get with Kevin Costner, anyway? That Canadian wine must knock you on your ass. via.

My father-in-law is a master at dealing with scalpers; I’m doubly impressed with him because it’s a skill that I just don’t have–negotiating on the fly makes me pee myself a little. But the scalpers–and some consumers as well–all came out a little wet when Favre decided earlier this week that he would not be under center for the Minnesota Vikings in 2009.

People were so convinced Favre would be throwing for the Vikings this season and anticipation was so high that scalpers swept in and bought up game tickets to make a big turnaround profit on them.

Some people fell for it and bought the ridiculously overpriced tickets, but scalpers that still have tickets to sell are now screwed. Prices have plummeted once again and there’s no money to be made in the deal. via.

Aw, poor scalpers. But I think everyone thought that Favre-to-Vikes was a done deal. Except anyone actually paying attention. Now people are suggesting that the Vikings get Michael Vick, who strikes me as being incredibly similar to Tarvaris Jackson, except more dogfight-y. via. Thanks, flubby.

Some guy at the Washington Post must have been having a slow day earlier this week and wrote up a column dealing with the Mystics, that city’s WNBA team. Hey, we know all about slow days (roll back to the last four posts and see), but Mike Wise scribbled something up about America’s favorite abuse of the giant video scoreboard, Kiss Cam, simply pointing out that the Mystics don’t do it, and then painting its omission as oppressive to the gay community. We say “gay community” now instead of just saying “the gays.” It sounds nicer.

Look, I’ve never been to a WNBA game and I don’t really care what they do in their own arena. The Washington Mystics are selling basketball, not human rights. That league has really painted itself into a corner by trying to incorporate as much Girl Power under one roof as it can. The WNBA is selling female empowerment, which could mean one thing to a 10-year-old girl that sucks at math, and could mean something completely different to the couple that’s tired of being stared at in restaurants. But that doesn’t mean that “we have a lot of kids” line works with me. Anyone speaking for the team should be able to discuss the issue without hiding behind the Bible, or someone else’s children.

But yeah, people are bent out of shape because they’re being deprived of the opportunity to watch women make out. It’s called “the internet,” people. Do I have to explain everything to you?

This is a fun little tiff at the game in Los Angeles/Anaheim/California/United States/Earth last night, and the turnaround and quality on these videos seems to improve by the month. One can only presume that these people have never seen a black person in real life that close-up before, but really, who knows. Maybe soon we’ll have enough cameras on these things that one will be rolling five minutes before the fight actually starts.

A lot of people blame this sort of thing on the mere presence of beer at baseball games, as if it’s some sort of devil’s elixir that forces good-natured people into doing bad things. Those people are fools. People start these things because they have no respect for other people, they have this inflated sort of pride, and they have no concept of how to interact normally in society. And those people need to just chill. Because if I wanted to associate myself with scum like that, I’d be sitting in the dugout. via.

Saint Andrew’s Net is With Leather’s daily link dump. It’s not a big fan of barnyard yoga.

• Falcons wideout Roddy White hasn’t bitched about getting his contract finished up before the start of the season. Something about the squeaky wheel…
  PFT.
• This device was designed to get women in shape. Yep, it certainly seems to be doing that.
  Consumerist.
• Here’s another Ryan Parker song about Michael Vick.
  Outside The Boxscore.
• John Cena is a man of the people.
  Regretful Morning.
• If you don’t love Penn State’s Joe Paterno, now’s as good a time to start as any.
  Hail To The Orange, via.
• Music to help Brett Favre get over life after football, you know, presuming…
  The Legend of Cecilio Guante.
• This is why we can’t have nice things at minor league ballparks.
  The Horace Grant Halftime Report.
• It’s the yoga gallery that you didn’t realize you were dying to see.
  Guanabee.

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The Fightins bring us this video of a guy that fully extends for a foul ball with his left arm while keeping his offspring tucked under in his right. Not bad, sir. Seriously, if you catch a foul ball at a game, don’t ever give it to a kid, because (a) he might spaz out and throw the ball back onto the field. And then no one has a ball, and (b) because he has the rest of his life to catch one. Oh, you want to be nice to a kid? Why don’t you set up a 529 for him, then. God, I hate the Phillies. via The Fightins (Thanks, Sharebros Mike, Chris and Trey).