"Saint Andrew's Net" is With Leather's daily link dump, written by the bane of respectable journos and monkey haters everywhere, Michael Tunison. Expect sports and tits.

• Going Five Hole has a screengrab of Don Cherry's fruit tart themed get-up from Saturday. Are those kiwis? 
• Blue Monkey Disco Party proffers the new John Daly video game. Don't know if it can replace Lee Carvallo's Putting Challenge. Or that their pink banner can replace this pink teddy.
• The Sports Hernia tried to take in the unbearable brightness of Barry Melrose. It appears ESPN has switched to klieg lights only on set. Still less garish than Cherry.
• Awful Announcing has the video of Sir Charles crediting his fat ass for his rebounding prowess. But where's the credit to cheese steaks for his fat ass prowess?
• The Sports Point carries the report of Steelers' first-round pick Rashard Mendenhall getting robbed on the South side of Chicago. Hope he's not expecting the Rooneys to recoup that.

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Yesterday, ESPN hockey analyst/unironic mullet-wearer Barry Melrose trashed the Devils' new arena, and added a couple digs at Newark while he was it.  Surprisingly for an ESPN analyst, it turns out his opinions were completely unfounded.  A key selection from the brutal takedown at FanHaus:

Melrose said that the area around the arena is "awful," that "the inside and the outside where it's built is pretty humorous" and warned those who dare see a game to not "go outside if you have a wallet or anything else." … [Melrose later] revealed he had not actually visited the arena yet, basing his comments on "footage aired by Canadian broadcaster TSN before the Devils' first game at the new arena last Saturday."

In all fairness, Newark is way less dangerous than it used to be.  I'll even probably end up there when rising rents push me out of New York City.  But that's just the way I roll: always keeping it real.  Why, as recently as the 1970s, my neighborhood in Brooklyn was pretty dangerous after dark.  Now, just 30 years later, I walk around the streets in brazen defiance of the wealthy white women pushing around massive strollers.  And you can bet that as soon as Newark has enough coffee shops and stylish boutiques, I'll take my mad street cred that way.  Fa real.