Programmer/designer/baseball nut Steve Varga has put together one of the most impressive baseball apps you’ll see all year, and it’s called, appropriately enough, Pennant. The interface on this app ($5 on iTunes) is gorgeous, and it’s loaded with more information than you could swing a 34-inch Louisville Slugger at.

As we now find ourselves with access to every live game detail imaginable across a multitude of devices, we must now ask ourselves the question “Where does all of this information go?” Pennant is both an attempt to explore the vast amount of baseball data that has been collected in the last sixty years as well as a study in using interactivity as a means for investigating the extremely large data sets that are becoming increasingly available.

–Vargatron (Steve’s Site), via Wired.

My only grip about this is that all of the data seems to be organized by team, not by player, which might be a dealbreaker for guys looking to get an edge in fantasy games. But the video of the demo is certainly worth your time. Eventually all of us will be watching games and checking box scores and then re-watching games on tablet computers. That’s cool. I can live with anything that doesn’t involve aluminum bats.
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The English Premier League, or the "Premiership," or "EPL," or "Barclay's," or — as some of you call it — "fucking soccer" kicks off its season tomorrow, and while I have something pretty special on tap for next week, I wanted to preview the league in a way that we could all appreciate: with hot chicks wearing insanely tight jerseys of EPL teams.  What the hell is West Ham?  Who cares!  Cleavage!  WOOOO!!!

(Via The Offside; see more goodness at FHM.com)

Former SportsCenter anchor-turned-media pundit Keith Olbermann is the target of this "missed connection" Craigslist ad, the only w4m ad in Chicago not intended for dark and mysterious With Leather reader Brian.  Here it is, unedited and in its entirety:

oh baby, you are in my city this fine day, doing the thing you do best. and i wanna be with you. that's right, i do. i want to put my fingers through your salt and pepper hair and pick your nimble brain all. night. long. i'd take off those glasses and show you what it is like to be a man, yes i would. and i'd use that sharp tongue in the best possible way: to get a smart, witty analysis on lobbyist contributions, unity governments and the bush administration. let's curl up on the couch and watch bill o'reilly together and laugh and laugh. let's hang out with dan patrick. let's make our OWN special commentary. if you know what i mean. i wanna see your alex gordon rookie card. whip it out for me. please baby, i will treat you right.

I'm not an expert — only the world's third most experienced lover — but I think Alex Gordon's rookie card is some kind metaphor for something.  Hey, wait a sec.  She's going to show him what it's like to be a man???  Keith, just between you and me, don't respond to that ad.  This gal may have an Alex Gordon rookie card of her own.  Whatever that means.  I'm still trying to figure that one out.

Warwick Capper is a retired Aussie Rules player who was one of the best players in the Australian Football League in the 1980s.  Now 44, the deadbeat dad who has had turns as a stripper, meter maid, and school crossing guard has made a sex tape with his 26-year-old girlfriend… that he sold for six figures.

"I've had a lot of practice being a sex symbol so if you've got it, flaunt it," Capper said. "It's every man's fantasy. I think I'm Australia's answer to Paris Hilton. Someone also said I am like David Beckham. I'm a good-looking footballer with the same quick wit."

I'll say!  He's just like Fabio, if Fabio were fat.  Rawr!  He's the pinnacle of sexy!  Wait… did I say pinnacle?  I meant pinochle.  He's the shitty card game for old people of sexy.  Yeah, that's the right metaphor.

[Deuce of Davenport] 

A tipster sends me this bit of news from Fleshbot — Lord knows I would never go to a porn blog — and kids, this is something you need to get your mommy and daddy's permission to read about.

So, okay: Dutch soccer. Not something I follow, but a goalkeeper named Stefan Postma who plays for ADO Den Haag recently had a sex tape leaked onto the Internet. Sexy! It's with his blonde ex-girlfriend. Excellent. She's wearing a strap-on and has him bent over like a little bitch. Uhhh…

The Fleshbot link has a relatively SFW screen capture — as well as links to the Flash video, if you're the sordidly curious type — but I'm just going to leave this one alone. I'm not one to judge people's habits in the bedroom. I mean, I think this is pretty sexy, so I'm not exactly one to talk.

In yesterday's Kansas City Star, Jason Whitlock revealed that between seven and ten Chiefs attended a "simulated sales party" with 30 female sex toy consultants the night before their 45-7 blowout at Pittsburgh. If you think that's awesome, then you, friend, would be correct.

Unfortunately, it looks nowhere near as raunchy the Vikings sex boat scandal last year. Passion Parties — Whitlock calls them the "Avon of sex toys," presumably for the representatives' all-female, in-home demonstrations — has a decidedly unsexy website, and a representative said that the players in attendance bought a few toys and left by 10 p.m.

But what could the players have possibly bought? Well, I did a little bit of browsing and found such handy items as the Pearl Dolphin, the Jelly Cliterrific, and — my personal favorite — the Chocolate Thriller. Also available: the Double Delight. Somewhere in Minnesota, Fred Smoot is smiling.

(Thanks goes to Deadspin for bringing this to With Leather's attention.)