Chief loves his sports, especially the Maryland Terrapins. I hear a lot about the Terps. Sometimes it's interesting, sometimes it's, erhm, part of being married...and sometimes it's awesome like this.
Brenda Frese, the coach of their women's basketball team, is eight months pregnant. With twins. She's huge and uncomfortable. That goes with the territory when you grow two babies at once.
Tonight is the first game of the season for our local basketball team, the Golden State Warriors.
Chief built up a DVR buffer so he could fast forward over commercials and shitty calls, and was about to start watching when we had a little earthquake here in SF.
When the shaking stopped he turned to me and said, with utter sincerity, "God's excited about the Warriors, too."
It's that time of year again, with US Open dominating the TV hours at my house. There's a lot of talk about this Serbian tennis player, Novak Djokovic, who is #3 in the world. He's talented, and kind of dick. Sports skills and relevant stuff aside, I've been trying to figure out who he reminds me of. Then I mentally added hair gel it hit me: Adam Levine, of Maroon 5 and those persistent herpes rumors.
Adam is the favorite of many starlets and my BFF Stefania. The self-avowed "man-whore" (Yes! He said that!) has the irresistible asshole charm that so many of us fall for. Novak has a similarly strong sense of uh, "self-worth," apparently derived from his prominent abs. Because he hasn't won anything yet.
We'll see if Novak can find a niche other than "looks like a famous dude," or if he'll go down in history as just another tasty glimpse of sweaty belly during televised sports.
For my money, the moody tennis star niche is filled quite nicely by the tempestuous German Tommy Haas.
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