Les Bleus have pretty much proven at this point that they deserve their creepy, loser coach. Their lackadaisical 2-nothingness loss to Mexico Thursday was probably the worst French capitulation since the Germans outflanked the Maginot Line. And people were shocked.
Tour De France officials will be inspecting all riders' frames for concealed motors this year, thanks to this Swiss Saxo Bank rider. (Thought about adding something like, "leave it to a Swiss bank employee" but Saxo Bank is technically Danish.)
(Aside from Manute Bol.) Anyway, a headscratcher I've been puzzling over for a few days now: what's with sobbing guy on the North Korean national team? Guy has never even had to live in North Korea!
What do you do when you're on a 12-game losing streak, rank 30th in hits, are dead last in the National League Central, and have such a defunct PR apparatus that you have to rehire your GM in secret?
From complications of a skin disease he contracted in Sudan. Don't let me ruin your LeBron James Appreciation Day, but for a good cry read this.
So Lou Holtz finally wants Notre Dame in The Big 10. I never took him for a bandwagoner, but his assessment that the conferences are eventually going to split into a few mega-conferences isn't lacking for evidence.
I too felt a twinge of something almost like patriotism when I read of the latest attempt to burgle America of its greatness carried out by a shockingly brazen African thug. Then I remembered the thug in the White House.
FIFA's review of Koman Coulibaly won't answer the question of how someone with two lazy eyes and a day job as financial auditor for the notoriously corrupt Malian government was allowed to be a World Cup official in the first place.
Tampons, like painful memories and the websites on which one was once paid to instantaneously chronicle in vivid detail said memories, can haunt. Herewith, Moe Tkacik passionately appeals for longer tampon strings by writing extra-long sentences. (Warning: it happened, again.)
I'm ripping this idea off Divorce 360 in honor of the Michigan woman who recently discovered her churchgoing podiatrist husband had two other wives — one of whom thought she'd married a Muslim guy named Mustafa. Surely there were signs?
If you assumed women in the great Pop Art Era were generally relegated to "muse" status (and I did, because I know shit all about art) allow this nice man (from Philadelphia, of course) to set you straight. [WaPo]
There is such a thing as "learning by doing" you know, California. [LA Times]
Lori Gottleib thinks you should settle for "Mr. Good Enough." Elizabeth Wurtzel concurs. Cristina Nehring thinks you should settle for nothing less than Sorrows of Young Werther-grade transcendent love. Sandra Tsing-Loh and Liz Gilbert were both at one point settled…
Hey so, the SAG Awards are on tonight and we will be back at around 7 to provide full coverage. That is in like 9 minutes, but in case…
I have not thought much about Likudnik bikini blogger Pamela Geller since writing about her heroic wartime bikini blogging deeds in 2008. But now she is under attack from a former conservablogger who claims he always believed in abortion rights…
So Obama's campaign manager David Plouffe is getting a job in the White House. Does this mean you might be getting the Administration you voted for, finally?
"Brian Miller, the owner of Manhattan Motorcars, said the Bentleys were more popular with Wall Street executives, not because they were less expensive, but because they attracted less attention. Yes, that is what Paris Hilton is going for too.
The elusive St. Francis of copdom Frank Serpico is interviewed in tomorrow's Times. At 73, he still sort of even looks like Al Pacino circa 1971! Does the movie even hold up as well? I "rented" it to find out…
And no, it is not the guy in the picture, I am fairly certain. But the beauty of Malcolm Gladwell is, I now know who Adonal Foyle is!
