The attorney for noted ESPN sideline personality Erin Andrews has issued a press release regarding a lot of video images featuring a tall, naked blonde through a peephole in a hotel room. Those videos were the subject of an internet post that speculated whether or not the woman was in fact Erin Andrews. Now, one could presume that the speculation is over:
“While alone in the privacy of her hotel room, Erin Andrews was surreptitiously videotaped without her knowledge or consent. She was the victim of a crime and is taking action to protect herself and help ensure that others are not similarly violated in the future. Although the perpetrator or perpetrators of this criminal act have not yet been identified, when they are identified she intends to bring both civil and criminal charges against them and against anyone who has published the material. We request respect of Erin’s privacy at this time, while she and her representatives are working with the authorities.” [link]
We’ve long respected Andrews’ ability to take what seems like a throwaway job on many broadcast teams and use it to enhance our enjoyment and understanding of the contest at hand. She was only recently beginning to enjoy some of the ancillary perks of her job, recently lending her voice to Electronic Arts’ video game, “NCAA Football 10,” and, according to a source, posing for the August issue of GQ. It seemed she had finally realized that she was this generation’s Dick Vitale, and was finally okay with it, ready to take the Erin Andrews persona out for a spin. And then this.
The reactions around Blogfrica have been relatively muted. The source of the videos has not been identified, though there’s been some solid guesswork as to where that person might be. As for us, we’re just sad. Sad that someone so well thought of could have been targeted like this. Erin was, and still is, Our Girl. And whoever was responsible for this had better hope that the authorities find out who this guy is before we do.
But let’s end this on a brighter note. Let’s celebrate Erin the way we’ve always loved her: with her clothes on. And not pressing charges.
The ESPYs were last night, and the event holds little value to me since it’s ESPN and there’s still no award for “Transgender Athlete Of The Year,” the award for which should be a 3-night stay at Eddie Murphy’s house. Get it? Because…that one time…ah, forget it.
Anyhoo, we need to have a little conversation about Matt Leinart, who’s already been his own boy band for some time. It’s an image he’s been trying to fight, literally, for a while now, and then he goes and does this. And I get that the ESPYs is not exactly black-tie, but you’re telling me that you couldn’t do any better than some baby blue sweater that your mom bought for you? You look like a third grader on picture day. Buy a jacket. Put it on. Buy pants that fit. I know life is hard for a pro quarterback in July, but you can do it. This is a lot easier than pretending to be a leader in an NFL locker room.
Here are more images of peeps at the ESPYs. I think the woman in the black dress looks pretty good. Really, how hard is it to get dressed up for one of these things? They rolled out a red carpet for you people. A RED CARPET! No one mockingly throws on any old thing in the face of such prestigious floor covering! Although I should talk: I don’t even wear pants to work. But, to be fair, my carpet is more like a light beige number. I like beige. I like to roll around on it in my underwear after I get irritated for people’s poor wardrobe choices. UPDATE: I’ve been told this pic is from last year’s ESPYs, but it’s hard to confirm because 1) the image is undated and 2) I don’t really care. via via
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Justin Timberlake will be the next host of the ESPYs.
"I'm very excited to be hosting the 16th edition of the ESPYs. I can't wait for the day of the show as I'm truly a sports junkie," Timberlake said. "Since the last ESPYs, there have been amazing moments in sports and I'm looking forward to recapping all of them with ESPN's diehard fans."
Wow, that's pretty cool. Not Timberlake hosting — the fact that I've been not watching the ESPYs for the last fifteen years.
I’m embarrassed it’s taken this long for me to get these photos up on this sex-driven site, but here they are: Maria Sharapova, in leather — you bite your fucking tongue, Berman! — strutting her stuff at the 15th annual ESPY sporting awards in Los Angeles this past week.
Did you know that Sharapova is like, 6’4”, 6’5” in heels? I had no idea she was that freaking tall. And now I’m gonna have to tell her that she can’t be seen in public with me anymore. Yeah, it sucks. But I don't want to be seen with a freak, you know? Ugh. It gives me the creeps just thinking about it.
Um, what else? What else can I possibly ramble on about to make this post look a little longer? Hmmm…
Oh, you didn’t know that’s what I was doing? Well, I am. In fact, I’m actually under strict directions from Ufford to always make sure the text stretches to at least the bottom of the photo. Especially when I incude a photo gallery. He was really mean about it, too. He said that if I ever fucked up and didn't follow his style guide, he was going to come up to Canada and rape my— Oh! Looks like I made it! Phew. -Skeetsies
(Thanks to Lloyd_Carr_Pool_Lane for the tip and avatar.)
