Tom Brady has been rumored to be a prospective model for Calvin Klein underwear since November, and now it appears that competitor 2(x)ist — which is similar to CK underwear, but gayer — has a rumored prospective NFL QB model as well. From the New York Daily News (penultimate item):

[W]ord on the street is sexy men's underwear line 2(x)ist is trying to get [Brady's] rival, Giants quarterback Eli Manning, to model their teeny-weeny, bikini-style briefs.

Basically, either this rumor came from a skit in a Saturday Night Live script, or you should be checking to make sure that you sold all your 2(x)ist stock yesterday.

[The Sporting Blog]

Related, for the ladies: David Beckham's underwear ad. 

The Phoenix Suns are planning to play a game at a tennis garden?

The Phoenix Suns are planning to play the NBA's first outdoor game during next year's preseason at the Indian Wells (Calif.) Tennis Garden, Suns president and CEO Rick Welts said, according to The Arizona Republic. The idea is far enough along that the Suns have laid out a basketball court at the outdoor tennis stadium, and team general manager Steve Kerr has visited the site, according to the report. While some details need to be ironed out, an official announcement could be made in a month, the newspaper reported. According to the report, Suns part-owner Dick Heckmann, who lives in the Palm Springs, Calif., area, got the idea from a local parks manager and passed it along to Welts. "It's a completely unique experience," Welts said, according to the Republic. "We like to do new and exciting things. I think it would be remarkably successful."

Of course it's going to be successful – a Palm Springs park manager suggested it! But will it get as much snow as the New Year's Day NHL game to make it a ratings superstar? Only time will tell, but basketball at the local park is fun. Until the young men from the neighborhood in which your parents grew up come to the neighborhood to which your parents moved and bend all the rims. -KD 

How do you end up with a job as the guy on a morning radio show who gets forced to do "zany" things like get his crotch whacked with a golf club?  Do you need a resume as a failed stunt man, or is it enough to be the mildly retarded friend of one of the deejays?  Is there a minimum number of cans of spray paint you have to huff per week?

Anyway, this is "Dare Dieter" of 92.3 in Cleveland, and he offers up his testicles as a tee to a golf pro with a habit of taking large divots.  Hilarity ensues.

[Via GolfHooked] 

deriding celebratory pantomime, but in truth his worst asset is his self-satisfied delivery — all aspartame and saccharine; nothing genuine, just what he thinks the audience wants to hear.  Victoria Beckham's tits are more genuine.  From the New York Post:

Fox recently shot a half-hour pilot in New York to see how Buck handled a sit-down talk show.  The format currently under consideration would include both interviews and comedy and be set in front of a small studio audience," the authoritative trade magazine reports… [I]t appears the network would like to ease Buck into the new role with, perhaps, a weekly half-hour show…

Fox has tried twice before, without success, to start late-night shows – in 1986 with Joan Rivers and again in 1993 with Chevy Chase.

You know what?  I have totally just changed my mind.  Go ahead and give him that nightly talk show.  I look forward to his magnificent failure.  Plus, at least that way I can not watch him.  Anything to keep him from the announcing booth.  Maybe it's not as satisfying as my dream of him falling into a woodchipper on-air, but in this case I'm willing to be pragmatic.

(Thanks to Becky. Also see: Awful Announcing)

In what seems like an extraordinarily bad idea, the Buffalo Sabres will host the Pittsburgh Penguins in an outdoor game at Ralph Wilson Stadium on January 1st:

[Sam] Flood, NBC’s coordinating producer for hockey, already is dreaming of the visuals that could be conjured at the NHL Winter Classic . . . “I’d like a dusting,” Flood said. “The visual of the breath . . . if you’re in the 20s, and you look down the bench and see all the players there, breath coming out. And out of Ryan Miller’s goalie mask you see the breath coming out. That’s pretty cool. You don’t see that inside the buildings.”

Obviously Mr. Flood never attended a Catholic grammar school during a Chicago winter.  Those nuns would never turn the damn furnace on, and when someone would complain about the bone-chilling cold, they'd say "Offer it up to God."  Offer what?  Hypothermia? I don't think the Father Almighty wants that.  I hope the Sabres massacre those fucking Penguins.  Although I'll never know because like every good American I watch 14 hours of college football after my mom bails me out of the drunk tank every New Year's Day. -KD 

(More at SPORTSbyBROOKS and PopJocks.)

I don't know what kind of drugs you need to take in order to get to the point of, "Hey, we should totally throw a cheerleader through the basketball hoop," but I'd like to try them.  Because my heroin-ecstasy-cocaine-horse tranquilizer cocktail just isn't cutting it any more.  What's that you say?  Needs more horse tranquilizer?  Oh, that's your solution for everything.

[Sons of Sam Malone]