Another interesting find by 790 The Ticket’s Jorge Sedano today. Earlier today, we brought you the mean left hook of mega-hottie gymnast Alicia Sacramone.
Coincidentally, here’s some video from this morning of Sacramone getting cooked by NBC’s Andrea Joyce after her recent, disappointing Olympic performance on Balance Beam and Floor Exercise - which cost the U.S. a chance of competing for a gymnastics team gold medal.
Many are appalled by Joyce’s direct line of questioning, and perhaps it is a little over the top. But Joyce is only interviewing Sacramone like she would Kobe Bryant if the Redeem Team were to suffer a shocking loss. Aren’t they both high-profile Olympians?
I don’t blame Joyce for her approach, I blame those in the Olympic sports community for pushing often-prepubescent children onto a world stage, then expecting them to act like old pros with the media after they collapse under pressure.
The LONDON GUARDIAN’s Sean Ingle today from the Oly gymnastics competition: “I knew they were little - that’s hardly news - but this little? The minimum age to compete in the Olympic gymnastics is 16, many of these wouldn’t have been out of place in a year eight disco.”
Maybe I sound like a prude, but I don’t think girls that age shouldn’t be thrust into that kind of environment, considering most are unprepared emotionally to handle the off-mat pressure the world media places on them. It’s sad all around. (And yes, I know, Sacramone herself is 20.)
Last night was Joe Beimel Bobblehead Night at Dodger Stadium, so the club had Beimel all over local L.A. media yesterday. One of his stops was KLAC-AM’s “Petros & Money Show,” where he talked music with co-host Matt “Money” Smith.
(Ask Joe: What’s better, a punk rock baby or Kid Rock tattoo)?
Earlier this season, Beimel let it be known during a chat on MLB.com that he was a lover of punk rock, and in particular, the Chicago-based band “Screeching Weasels.”
He went a step further on KLAC yesterday, revealing that he named his daughter, Claire Monet, after a Screeching Weasels song with the same title.
Now, with a punk rock band named, “Screeching Weasels,” you’d think there’d be some serious, off-color lyrics in all their songs. But in the case of “Claire Monet, ” you would be wrong. Drat!
Where’s Johnny Rotten and Sid Vicious when you really need them?
ESQUIRE’s Tom Chiarella has a profile of Tom Brady in a September cover story.
(Brady’s baby, Bundchen’s twins off-limits)
I’ve no real interest in the piece, beyond the fun ground rules for the visit set up by Brady’s lovable agent, Steve Dubin. Dubin told Chiarella that Brady’s girlfriend, Gisele Bundchen, and his son “will not appear in the story. If you ask about his son, they’ll stop the car and drop you on the [expletive] 405.“
Living on L.A.’s westside, I can confirm that our local freeway is indeed now officially called the, “[expletive] 405.”
Yes, Christmas is right around the corner (ok, maybe not, but stay with me) so I have a couple-three great gift ideas for the whole family. First off, the FORT WORTH STAR-TELEGRAM brings us the Quincy Carter Christmas tree ornament (only $18.95!).
It also comes with a voucher for one free phone call from the correctional facility of your choice (Lower 48 only, voucher valid with University of Georgia system student ID).
Actually, if I’m going to go gifting on newspaper websites, I’ll stick with the ORANGE COUNTRY REGISTER’s Allison Stokke framed poster for $215 (two for $182.99!):
If that stuff doesn’t move you, maybe this item from the Dodgers’ best fan website out there, DodgerBlues.com, catches your fancy … the MannyPack™!
I wonder if it includes two free drink tickets to Artie Lange’s less-famous brother’s next Laugh Factory set. I know I’ve cashed more than a few of those at Tony Rock’s weekly Comedy Store standups.
Ethan Skolnick of the SOUTH FLORIDA SUN-SENTINEL reports that in Plaxico Burress’ new book, the NYG wideout “rips” his former coach at Michigan State, Nick Saban. Read more…