Maria Sharapova loses in first round of the Australian Open. Her fellow country person (how PC of me!) Maria Kirilenko beat her in three sets. Normally this news would bother me but Miss Kirilenko is also a 22 year old tennis cutie worth watching. I do however question the decision to pair them in the first round so we had no chance of watching both the Maria’s advance.
Maria Sharapova in bikini sexy POSTER 34 x 23.5 womens tennis star
Paula Creamer fell to seventh in the world rankings this week. How an athlete falls in the rankings in the off season is a mystery to me but it happens in women’s golf. Their scoring is stranger than NASCAR’s.
Whether Paula Creamer is seventh or seventieth we don’t care. In our rankings, the only ones that matter, she is number one. The reason why? Because there is nothing higher! She is the All-American woman golfer and we like her for it.
If the LPGA has a half a brain they will use Paula Creamer to crush the PGA with her marketing appeal. With sponsors jumping from Tiger like he triple bogeyed the last hole at Augusta the women have an opening.
So listen up girls – short skirts, tight shorts and form fitting shirts will make you a bundle this year. Who cares how you rank as long as when we tune in there is Paula Creamer as often as possible.
Okay if you want to throw in a few shots of Natalie Gulbis and Anna Rawson we won’t complain!
Vacation is over. Well maybe not so much vacation as really boring days.
When the weather chases me indoors it makes it very hard to be interesting. Sure I know a lot of you are thinking, I am not that interesting when I am outside either. I’ll give you that one but what really makes me boring is lack of human contact that isn’t related to me.
I could go wander Walmart in search of a blog but it would end up being about the lack of mirrors the people in my town own. There is no way in the world a mirror owner goes out looking like the people who frequent “my’ Walmart.
The other reason I haven’t written is (no not lazy – that’s a given) is I am on a diet. Apparently a great deal of my wit is derived from fried foods. Who knew the source of my literary skills were lubricated with vegetable shortening?
Writing comes so much easier when I have had a fried chicken for lunch instead of a grapefruit.