Durham Bulls center fielder Fernando Perez here manages to elude a catcher’s tag by jumping over him, dodging a second swipe, then finally touching home. For his next trick, he’ll hide under the catcher’s helmet, a la Bugs Bunny, emerge from under home plate, then appear to get tagged out, only to reveal that it’s a very realistic hologram and that he’s actually standing on the plate, banging the catcher’s wife.

[Awful Announcing]

While we're focusing on college athletes, meet Chinese-born UNC freshman Long Wang.  He wrestled and played football all four years in high school and was a member of the National Honor Society, which really isn't that big of an honor.  He's now on the Tar Heel wrestling team as he studies biology and pre-med, and for the record I cannot confirm if he was a naughty schoolgirl for Halloween.

And yes, he's an Asian man named Long Wang.  Maybe the greatest ironic name ever, if stereotypes are true.  And I certainly hope they are.  If stereotypes aren't true, then I might actually have to think when I assess people.  I'm much too lazy for that.  Man, I'm thirsty.  I wish the kitchen wasn't so far away.

[Chicago Bull via SbB] 

Bruce Pearl would've had these chicks naked in the jacuzzi by now. 

[Don Chavez] 

For the first time since the NCAA tournament began seeding teams, all four #1 seeds have advanced to the Final Four, which means that your secretary is now winning your office pool.  With Leather offers its hearty congratulations to Kansas, UNC, UCLA, and Memphis, all of whom looked and played like they deserved their seeds (save possibly Kansas, which survived a scare from tourney sweetheart Davidson).  As much as it's sad to see Stephen Curry and #10 Davidson exit the bracket, it's also nice that Bill Self's Jayhawks finally made the Final Four.  Not because I like Bill Self, mind you — I'm just tired of being told Bill Self can't make the Final Four.

With my bracket now officially in the shitcan, I've turned my attention to the Final Foer.  I like pretentious douchebag Franklin over nerdy pencil-necked Joshua in the semis, then Franklin again over self-satisfied wiener Jonathan Safran in the final.  Winner gets punched in the balls.

NOTE: I'll review the leaders in the WL Pool of Hard Knocks before the Final Four begins. 

Here's UNC's Tyler Hansbrough dunking it in the face of 7'7" monster Kenny George of UNC-Ashsomething.  And this is just unfortunate.  Once again we see a smaller, more athletic white player maneuvering past the slow, lumbering black player who's only on the team for his size.  Man, I hate stereotypes.

(Thanks, flubby) 

I admit, I drink the Duke haterade, even though the handful of people I know who went to Duke aren't douchebags, alleged rapists, or even from New Jersey. They do, however, complain at the slightest mention of Duke hatred. And it's totally justified, too, because Duke has suffered a calamitous drop in nationwide popularity: the most popular college basketball team for the last four years running, they're now only the second most-liked team in the nation.

So, who's the new prom queen? That would be the UNC Tar Heels, who, though they lost their Elite 8 game to Georgetown in OT by refusing to make a basket for most of the final ten minutes, beat out Duke by (a) having a better basketball team, (b) sporting that cool argyle pattern on the sides of their jerseys, and (c) cashing in on the sympathy vote following the loss of their mascot, Rameses (incorrect spelling of Ramesses courtesy of North Carolina public schools).

Well, I guess technically Rameses (pictured, far right, in happier times) didn't die, but the person inside of him, Jason Ray, did. And it's so much more tragic, I think, when a mascot is dead on the inside. You just don't get the same sense of joy out of the trampoline dunks.