Back in July, former University of Nebraska women’s basketball player Charlie Rogers told police that three men broke into her home, held her down, carved horrific homophobic slurs into her body with knives, and tried to burn her home down with her in it because she’s a lesbian. The national response was incredible, as activists and support groups flocked to Nebraska to show their support as an ultimate stand against terrible, unacceptable homophobic acts and hate crimes such as this, and Rogers became the brave new face of survival and the universal need for equality.

Then yesterday happened.

But the Lincoln Police Department said Tuesday that “the physical evidence conflicted with Charlie Rogers’ version of events” and that “extensive investigation revealed numerous inconsistencies.”

Rogers was arrested Tuesday, police said. (Via CNN)

To her credit, Rogers will plead not guilty and her attorney called these charges a “kick in the gut”. It should be noted that this is her second attorney, though, as the first one quit because “things have changed”.

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On September 26, the Baltimore Ravens were busy squeaking out a tough 24-17 win over the Cleveland Browns. More than two weeks later, the focus isn’t on the Ravens’ hot 4-1 start, but instead the attention is going to a decision by stadium security to eject a lesbian couple from that game at halftime. Mary Kate Morris and Nicole Marchetto wanted to hit the potty at halftime, but a long line sent them to the concession stand instead. From there, well it just got sexy.

Morris and Marchetto were confronted by a security guard after he witnessed them making out in line. He accused the two of making a scene, to which every adult male at the game replied, “Yeah, this is just terrible. Please, oh please someone stop this madness.”

Light some candles, shed your flannel and throw on a Tegan and Sara album, Washington Blade:

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Some guy at the Washington Post must have been having a slow day earlier this week and wrote up a column dealing with the Mystics, that city’s WNBA team. Hey, we know all about slow days (roll back to the last four posts and see), but Mike Wise scribbled something up about America’s favorite abuse of the giant video scoreboard, Kiss Cam, simply pointing out that the Mystics don’t do it, and then painting its omission as oppressive to the gay community. We say “gay community” now instead of just saying “the gays.” It sounds nicer.

Look, I’ve never been to a WNBA game and I don’t really care what they do in their own arena. The Washington Mystics are selling basketball, not human rights. That league has really painted itself into a corner by trying to incorporate as much Girl Power under one roof as it can. The WNBA is selling female empowerment, which could mean one thing to a 10-year-old girl that sucks at math, and could mean something completely different to the couple that’s tired of being stared at in restaurants. But that doesn’t mean that “we have a lot of kids” line works with me. Anyone speaking for the team should be able to discuss the issue without hiding behind the Bible, or someone else’s children.

But yeah, people are bent out of shape because they’re being deprived of the opportunity to watch women make out. It’s called “the internet,” people. Do I have to explain everything to you?

Yeah, believe it or not, that’s The Price Is Right host and Cleveland native Drew Carey firing up the home crowd before Game 2 of the Cavs’ series with scrappy Detroit. And I really don’t know what goes into “firing up” a crowd, other than barely-legal girls running around with T-shirt guns. Why don’t you just sit the hell down, jackass, they’re not aiming for you. The worst is when they get down to one T-shirt and whoever’s holding the gun points to one section at a time to see “who wants it more” or whatever the hell. Just shoot the damn thing already.

Anyway, Drew’s hermaphorditic stylings didn’t seem to do the Cavs any favors, as Detroit again refused to go quietly into the offseason, hanging around until It didn’t really seem to help, as the Cavs’ bench nearly blew a 29-point lead against the Pistons. LeBron finished with 29 points of his own after watching his coach, Mike Brown, receive the NBA’s Coach of the Year award. I’d imagine that having the best player in the world probably helped with that. Portland and the Lakers also won their games, presumably thanks to empowering acoustic guitar solos performed for those teams before game time.

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Former Central Michigan basketball player Brooke Heike has filed a lawsuit against that university, claiming that her former coach, Sue Guevara, cut her from the program in part because Heike is heterosexual. From FOX News, the number one news source of lesbians everywhere:

Heike said Guevara told her she wore too much makeup and was not the coach’s “type.” That meant she wasn’t a lesbian, according to a lawsuit filed last week in federal court in Bay City.

The former Romeo High School star lost her scholarship after the 2007-08 season.  “I didn’t feel that she did anything to improve herself after being told over and over what she needed to do,” Guevara told an appeals committee last June.

You can’t tell me this woman would try to coach a team full of lesbians. I mean, look at that shimmering short haircut. That awkward smile. The affinity for plaid clothing. Sure, she might be a lot of things, a liar, an idiot, a lesbian, but she is not a porn star.

From The Marbles (via Awful Announcing) uncovers a video from last night's This Week in NASCAR with an announcer (who may or may not be a disinterred Chris Farley) flubbing Patrick Carpentier's last name – pronounced Car-pawn-tee-eh – as "Carper Eater".

Does this mean NASCAR is more friendly to lesbians than, say, the Seattle Mariners?

Well, no – he's clearly referring to a guy. NASCAR people dislike the French more than they do lesbians anyway. And who's to say he was referring to a driver at all? Maybe he's in favor of some guy who happens to enjoy going down on chicks. You polished studio guys are just prudes.

"Can he just say carpet eater right on TV?" You bet your vag he can, Waltrip. Video after the jump.