Dan Patrick & Keith Olbermann - together again, Sundays this fall on NBC!

• Brian Bosworth is back in the news, and it’s for a noble deed indeed.

• Those appearing on Showtime’s new version of “Inside the NFL”, please step forward. Whoa, not so fast, Dan Marino.

• Chipper Jones apparently isn’t well known in “American Idol” circles.

• Lou Holtz’s friendship with the dearly(?) departed Jesse Helms may have cost the coach his Arkansas job.

• Jason Peter’s new book details a football life of drugs, hookers and attempted suicide - which makes for some great summer reading!

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Larry “Chipper” Jones found himself in an awkward situation recently. No, not trying to explain how he can hit nearly .400 without the use of a whiffle bat or if he thinks a first baseman’s glove will make his hips look big or something. Instead, he found himself guilty of Celebrity Faux Pas #1: overestimating his ranking on the celebrity scale.

He approached young miss Kelly Clarkson at Daytona in 2007 after her performance (posted above) and… well, tell us in your own words, Larry, as recorded in ESPN THE MAGAZINE this month and captured by LARRY BROWN SPORTS:

“She walked my way, looking at me like she knew who I was, so I started to put out my hand. Then she pulls out a camera and asks me to take a photo of her and her friends. My buddy lost it…. I was so embarrassed that I just wanted to go get a beer.”

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• Bob Knight has some recommendations for your new head coach. Thanks, DEADSPIN.

• MDS at FANHOUSE says the International Olympic Committee might boot Saudi Arabia if they don’t allow their women to compete. Read more…

OK, I’m officially ready to move from SoBe back to Los Angeles. Living down here in the wintertime has been an absolute revelation, but as summer looms over South Florida, I’m ready to escape.

(What I’ll miss: Cheesy SoBe stage shows - with requisite optical illusion)

Besides the weather (hurricane season is here, yay!), South Beach is now officially a ghost town. In the winter and spring months, walks down Ocean Drive and Lincoln Road Mall yield mostly well-monied European tourists, Kate-Mossed models (nice, tight, drug bodies) and tastefully-implanted South American prostitutes honeys. Just like the Venice Boardwalk! (OK, maybe not)

And the best part of SoBe? The unending supply of high season hotties hangin’ all over the latest, shriveled-up Max Mosley in their life. It’s truly an inspiring vision that I wish I could share with all of you snow shovelers in Southeastern Ohio (Gallipolis!).

Sadly, all that is now gone, replaced by the now-more-noticeable homeless (and accompanying urine scent wafting over my morning eggs at News Cafe).

Like you, I knew all of this was going to happen. So I’m not upset, I still love South Florida and plan to come back next winter. Hopefully then I will, unlike T.O., experience my first Bang Bros. sighting.

(What I’ll miss: $35K bike on SoBe’s Ocean Drive highlighted by Hooters logo)

So I’m now off to clear out my crappy flat with a detonated Daisy Cutter, shoehorn the remains into my car and journey down Alligator Alley (forget that boring drive through Orlando).

I won’t be making that trip for 2-3 weeks, but I will be back in Abbot Kinney-land early next week, for a shoot with a new SbB Girl. The shoot was originally set for South Florida, but I’m going to relocate it to Lipstick City.

Say what you will about SoCal’s smog (yes, that Gulden Mustard-colored, gaseous material you notice hovering over Culver City when you fly in is S-M-O-G) and overcrowding, the opportunities to produce spectacular photos with natural light is far superior to Miami. Not to mention SoCal’s beaches present many more options for sick piccies, as opposed to the featureless SoBe strand (though the water quality is far superior).

(What I’ll miss: Sobe Street Scene Serves As Appetite Suppressant)

Oh yeah, I also have two separate invites in hand to parties at the Playboy Mansion later this month, so that might have something to do with my being suddenly moved-to-move. Read more…