So everyone was oohing and ahhing over David Beckham this morning, but I’m kind of over him being in his underwear all the time. Put him in a three-piece suit and I think you got a better thing going on. Other things I’m over this morning: Gisele Bundchen, Bill Belichick’s cutt-off sleeves and M.I.A. I’m also kind of over all the commercials with the babies in them and the one with the chimps. Over. It.
Filed under BEST Things Ever, Wide World Of Sports
So there’s these two guys, we’ll call them Mitt and Newt (I know), and they’re competing against each other to be the Republican nominee for president. I officially tuned all of this out when Newt promised people in Florida that the US was going to have a permanent base on the moon by the end of his second term. That’s right. The moon. Because our problems aren’t bad enough here, we have to spend trillions of dollars finding another place to totally eff up. Occupy the Moon! Ok, I’m done.
Instead of just listening to George Stephanopoulos in the morning, I decided I needed people on the ground in Florida to tell me what was really going on. And by people on the ground, I mean people I know who send me ridiculous text messages and then I steal them for this blog (at this point you all know you’re fair game – if you don’t like it, you should have gotten out months ago). So one brave roving reporter, who shall remain anonymous (I have to keep my minions secret, like Gossip Girl) has dutifully given us the following account of the Republican primary in Florida. Or, something.
Filed under Around Town, BEST Things Ever, The Crazy People I Call My Own
Grand Central Terminal is unique enough on its own to be pretty awe-inspiring when you walk through it. The ceiling alone is jaw dropping, and will most definitely cause you to bump into a few angry commuters (I’m sorry). But when I was passing through GC last week on my way to Park Ave. I came across something so beyond cool that I had to chronicle it for you all – The J.P. Morgan Tournament of Champions Squash. Effing nuts, man.
So basically someone one day said, “I want to play squash in the craziest place possible,” J.P. Morgan sponsored it, and this was the end result. Oh my god there’s a tournament poster! I’m falling in love with all of this as I type.
Filed under Around Town, Wide World Of Sports
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