This has been everywhere already, but it’s still Anna K in a catfight at some thing in New York Las Vegas, so that stays fresher than other bits of news like that one guy with the fake nose dying. From yesterday’s Page Six:
Kournikova and her pals were partying at Lavo after attending the Hardbat Classic table tennis tournament when a woman at the next table “threw a drink at Anna. She felt Anna was invading her space,” our source said. Kournikova “sprung into action” and starting screaming at the woman and shoving her. “It was a big fight,” the spy said.
Whatever. Hollywood Tuna had some images of Anna K entering the event. I guess expecting someone to get their clothes ripped off was wishful thinking on my part, but that’s really the only reason anyone cares about Kournikova. This won’t qualify as sports news next time. Unless she gets her clothes ripped off. That’s always timely.
I mean…she’s in Haiti…buying condoms…did I miss something? It must feel good to the natives when one of the ten dumbest white girls in the world saunters into town and tells you how to live your life. YOU DON’T OWN ME! But, um, I am for sale. Name your price, baby.
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These are some behind-the-scenes photos of Anna Kournikova’s photo shoot for something or other. I’ve never understood the reasoning behind that. Why do we need photos of photos being taken? I see a photo, I can figure out on my own that a photographer was there. I really don’t need to see everything that goes into a sexy photo shoot, with all the makeup people and lighting and whatnot. Just the tits, ma’am. Just the tits.
The bad news is that David Beckham, who you already don't like because he's British and lives in LA and plays soccer and is married to a Spice Girl, will be the centerpiece of a new musical that may or may not ever come to fruition. "Beckham’s story is a modern-day fairytale of heroes, villains, love, Manchester United and what it means to lead your country," the songwriter told the Telegraph. And underwear modeling. Underwear models are the biggest heroes of all.
The good news is that former tennis player Anna Kournikova is in Maxim this month (bone-anza of photos here). I've never gotten into the whole Kournikova-worship thing, but I have to admit, it's a nice diversion from British soccer musicals. But then, so is diving naked into powdered glass.
I've done a bad job of keeping up on Anna Kournikova news — I dunno, I just kinda feel like she's fiver years ago's news. But she's apparently still around, getting into feuds with other players and actually playing tennis. Seriously, there are pictures of her playing for the St. Louis Aces against the Washington Kastles yesterday.
These are not those pictures.
These are from a fashion show in Miami last Saturday, and I happen to like them better than the ones where she's playing tennis. You may notice a breastly prominence that she didn't have before, which has sparked some talk as to whether her facepillows are real or fake. And of course they're real. If you can touch 'em, they're very very real. This notion of "fake" breasts is a hoax created by women with too much self-respect to get implants but not enough confidence to not be catty towards women with big boobs.
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