Shocking news out of Oakland today, where Lane Kiffin has been fired as coach of the Raiders.  Sure, owner Al Davis demanded Kiffin’s resignation during the offseason.  And yes, it’s been widely reported for more than two weeks that his termination was impending.  And, okay, it was reported last night that Al Davis was interviewing replacements.  And granted, the Raiders have blown second-half leads each of the last two weeks.  And perhaps calling for a 76-yard field goal  was a sign that Kiffin wanted out.

But still, I can’t help but feel a little blindsided by this news.  The constant reports that the Sword of Damocles was about to fall felt kinda like Chris Mortenson was just crying wolf, y’know?  And it’s not like the next guy is gonna do any better.  Al Davis could use the dark arts to bring Vince Lombardi back to life and this team still wouldn’t go anywhere.  God could play quarterback for this Raiders team and they still wouldn’t make it to .500.

Well, look who's whoring himself around again. This is renowned bastard Derek Jeter with Victoria's Secret supermodel Adriana Lima at a recent taping of "Fox & Friends." Adriana was there with fellow VS Angel Selita Ebanks to read the weather, and Jeter was there to crane his neck around like an ass and drool on the models.

You can watch video of it here (scroll down to "Famous Faces"). Selita has some problems with the Midwest — but then, who doesn't? — and Adriana, from what I can tell, is very nearly a deaf-mute… which makes me love her all the more.

As for Jeter, he stares like a slack-jawed yokel and runs some game smoother than 30-grit sandpaper… even though he's banging Jessica Biel all over the place. Man, I used to admire Derek Jeter; now I just want him to die in a plane crash lose his legs and all his money in a freak thresher accident/banking scandal.

Nice jacket, dick. You borrow that from Craig Sager?

I love models, and I don't tolerate bad things being said about them, but this nugget from Page 6 I have to report: 

Charles Barkley was relaxing at a table when a blond model approached him "seductively while the song 'Crazy' was playing," our spy giggled. The model "whispered in his ear, 'Get up and dance, baby - this is your song.' " The ditz thought he was Gnarls Barkley, a band comprised of two people - Danger Mouse and Cee-lo. Charles was not impressed.

I don't understand why Charles wasn't impressed. She had the "arls Barkley" part right. When models approach me seductively and whisper in my ear, I'm not overly concerned if they think my first name is Bat or that I'm actually Hall & Oates. But then I'm not particularly interested in things like names. Or speaking English. Or literacy. Blonde and seductive is enough for me.

Anyway, it's a nice example of life imitating art. It seems this kind of thing is happening to Charles a lot recently.