Like most unemployed men I made myself a bowl of Golden Grahams and plopped down on the couch to watch ESPN's new afternoon offering, Sports Nation. It's a highly interactive sports show that bounces every 45 seconds to a new topic & depends heavily on real time voting and viewer participation - basically it's PTI meets Twitter.
The show is hosted by (the great) Colin Cowherd and a girl-next-door sports babe Michelle Beadle. While Cowherd is clearly more comfortable ranting on his radio show, Beadle is great as a host. She's one of those 'unicorn' girls who possess the rare and fabled confluence of sex appeal, self-confidence and sports knowledge - the girl who shows up to watch a bowl game and doesn't kill your (metaphorical) buzz.
So, as a convoluted tribute to Beadle and her sports babe ilk, here are a rundown of some of the more notable sports babes.
NFL Network's Michelle Beisner
NBC's Tiffany Simons
Emily Jones* So, I suppose the question that has to follow this sort of line up of pics is this: Do male sportscasters need to be concerned?? I know that a deep seeded sexism in me will never allow me to watch a woman broadcast sports with the same level of credibility I would give to a man in the same roll. Naturally male viewers are going to be drawn to the Erin Andrews and Michelle Beadles of sideline reporting, but will this desire ever replace mens' inherent inability to combine women and sports without cynicism? I can't help but think that a knockout babe with Scott Van Pelt's wit is going to come along and change life as we know it, and here's hoping that Micheal Sea marries her.
A quick dedication to the country that I love with a sampling of patriotic gems.
Lee Greenwood - God Bless the U.S.A.
- hilarious feminist sidenote: When Ash heard me playing this song she chimed in "....AND WOMEN! LET'S NOT PRETEND IT'S ALL DUDES OUT THERE", after Mr. Greenwood references "the men who died...". Point taken, Ash.
Star Spangled Banner
W.G. Snuffy Walden - West Wing Theme
-it should also be noted that Mr. Walden lends his considerable talents to Friday Night Lights.
The Bad Daryl Worley - Have Yor Forgotten
Toby Keith - Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue
Charlie Daniels - This Ain't No Rag It's A Flag
Ray Stephens - Osama Yo Mama
I hope you all have a great 4th, and forgive me for wasting your time with that Ray Stephens song.
6 Fresh Mint Leaves 1 Tbsp Simple Syrup 2 oz. Bourbon (Knob Creek or Jim Beam Black are great) Crushed Ice
Combine the mint and simple syrup in the bottom of the glass. Using the handle end of the spoon, gently muddle the leaves and simple syrup. Add the bourbon, then the top with lots of crushed ice, stir, trying to keep the mint leaves on the bottom of the glass. Some prefer topping the ice with a few light splashes of orange bitters. Garnish with a sprig of mint. Settle into a porch swing or easy chair and enjoy.
I’m not sure I’d use Twitter if I were rich. Swampy, boggy, inescapable connectivity: it seems my middle-class existence has stuck me here.
These worries started to surface for me last month, when Bruce Sterling, the cyberpunk writer, proposed at the South by Southwest tech conference in Austin that the clearest symbol of poverty is dependence on “connections” like the Internet, Skype and texting. “Poor folk love their cellphones!” he said.
In his speech, Sterling seemed to affect Nietzschean disdain for regular people. If the goal was to provoke, it worked. To a crowd that typically prefers onward-and-upward news about technology, Sterling’s was a sadistically successful rhetorical strategy. “Poor folk love their cellphones!” had the ring of one of those haughty but unforgettable expressions of condescension, like the Middle Eastern gem “The dogs bark, but the caravan moves on.”
“Connectivity is poverty” was how a friend of mine summarized Sterling’s bold theme. Only the poor — defined broadly as those without better options — are obsessed with their connections. Anyone with a strong soul or a fat wallet turns his ringer off for good and cultivates private gardens that keep the hectic Web far away. The man of leisure, Sterling suggested, savors solitude, or intimacy with friends, presumably surrounded by books and film and paintings and wine and vinyl — original things that stay where they are and cannot be copied and corrupted and shot around the globe with a few clicks of a keyboard.
Nice, right? The implications of Sterling’s idea are painful for Twitter types. The connections that feel like wealth to many of us — call us the impoverished, we who treasure our smartphones and tally our Facebook friends — are in fact meager, more meager even than inflated dollars. What’s worse, these connections are liabilities that we pretend are assets. We live on the Web in these hideous conditions of overcrowding only because — it suddenly seems so obvious — we can’t afford privacy. And then, lest we confront our horror, we call this cramped ghetto our happy home!
- exerpt from Virginia Heffernan's article in the New York Times Published: April 16, 2009