–via Zimbio

Popular hermaphrodite pop singer Lady Gaga took a break from making my ears bleed to go see the Yankees play on Friday. It didn’t take long for her to make her penis presence felt in the Yankees clubhouse, but the Yankees have decided not to ban her from Yankee Stadium. I have no idea why.

As for the Bronx? While diamond-studded bikini night won’t appear on the promotional schedule anytime soon, Lady Gaga has not been prohibited in the Bomber clubhouse, despite a report Sunday saying she had been banned following her controversial visit after Friday’s 4-0 loss to the Mets.”She’s not banned,” GM Brian Cashman told the Daily News Sunday.

Though clubhouse insiders said Lady Gaga “enjoyed the refreshments” or described her as “lit,” Robinson Cano said “she was nice.” Her attire for the backstage visit reportedly included fishnet stockings, a thong and a loose-fitting Yankees jersey.

The Yankees said they didn’t take issue with anything Lady Gaga did, but Cashman said the decision to let that happen after a loss was terrible.–NYDailyNews

Now, I’m no fashionista, and I certainly don’t find Lady Gaga attractive, but I have to admit I’m a fan of women wearing only fishnets, thongs, and loose fitting jerseys to baseball games. They, along with cheap booze, can make anything watchable. The Yankees, however, should take any opportunity to ban Lady Gaga from their clubhouse. They need to keep Alex Rodriguez as far away from slutty, attention seeking monsters “musicians” as possible. Read the rest of this entry »

Mike Penner, who has been a sports reporter for the LA Times for 23 years, has something he wants to tell you.  I don't want to ruin the surprise, but the column is called "Old Mike, New Christine."

Today I leave for a few weeks' vacation, and when I return, I will come back in yet another incarnation. 

As Christine.

Yes, Penner is transgendered, and he's off for some surgery and hormone therapy that will make his body fall in step with the way his brain operates.  Needless to say, in the male-dominated world of sports journalism, this makes him a total freak pioneer.  Honestly, though, I have to give him (her?) credit for the bravery of the piece, and I don't envy the task of being the chick reporter who used to be a dude.  Like, chick reporters have it hard enough in sports already.  

So, Mike, good luck.  I hope the Adventures of New Christine are better than that shitty show with Julia Louis-Dreyfus.  And remember to keep detailed journals over the next couple of years, because all the persecution you face will be totally worth it when you cash in on a tell-all memoir.