The Los Angeles Lakers held their cheerleader tryouts last weekend, and being a judge at such a tryout might be one of the greatest jobs ever. Imagine telling all but 22 of the 500-plus dancers that showed up in El Segundo, “Sorry, you’re really sexy and all, but these other women here are even sexier. So, shove off.” And then they would cry and develop eating disorders or something. The moral of the story is that objectifying women is totally cool, unless you write for a blog. via.
With college football on the horizon (thank God), the game’s go-to gals of the gridiron are busy squeezing in as much summer as they possibly can. And that’s about all the work I’m willing to do to make this look like anything other than a garden-variety cheerleader post. And how much variety is there in gardens, anyway? Wouldn’t it depend on the garden in question? And what does a horse shoe do? Are there any horse socks? Is anybody listening to me? via.
Don Chavez caught wind of the New England Patriots Cheerleaders’ efforts to assemble a new calendar for 2010. So when you check out his gallery of images from Aruba that you not imagine them arranged with names or days of the month, and go buy the calendar, which would probably be here at some point. It’s a brilliantly simple idea, really, because I couldn’t tell you how many times I forget what month it is in the afterglow. I also get a sore forearm, but that’s par for the course. Which course? I’m not quite sure.
Don Chavez brings us a “behind the scenes” look at the Miami Dolphins cheerleaders, and it made me wonder what these girls do with themselves in the offseason. I’d like to think that they’re secretly raiding the facebook pages of bloggers and discussing them in their own private circles. I suppose if we stand any chance of violating these ladies, we should just let them violate our privacy and hope they reciprocate with interest.
Uncoached takes us to University Park, Florida, where the young ladies of Florida International University are…pretty much sitting around doing nothing. Hmmm, Wikipedia said you guys your school is a public research university, but some of us wouldn’t mind making it a pubic research facility. Yes? Yes? No? Maybe?
Anyway, see the whole gallery there. See my faves here while I get more coffee and write some better jokes.
Before Kenny Perry choked away the Masters lead on Sunday, he was the obvious crowd favorite at Augusta, probably because the crowd didn’t like how the other top three finishers were Japanese, chubby, or some kind of Spanish. And, judging by the lingering shots of Perry’s attractive family, CBS also appreciated Perry for stepping up when Tiger Woods and Phil Mickelson failed to contend for the green jacket. Stepping up with a hot family, that is.
As World of Isaac delightfully pointed out, Perry’s elder daughter Lesslye is a cheerleader for the Tennessee Titans, which awesomely makes this a post about golf AND football AND cheerleaders. Some info on Lesslye:
Status: Married
Pets: Dogs-Roxie and Reesie
Favorite Movie: Breakfast at Tiffany’s [She loves Mickey Rooney's Asian accent -Ed.]
Favorite Scent: Light Blue by Dolce & Gabbanna
Oh, so her favorite scent isn’t ether? Pity. Well, I guess that’s for the best. A girl named “Lesslye” isn’t a good match for me anyway. I’m all about using more lye.
