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SbB Girl Anyssa on Wall Street With the Bull

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Brog: Mister Frank McCourt, Tear Down This Wall!

Yesterday I went to the Dodgers-Brewers game in Los Angeles, which was no coincidence. Like many here in Lipstick City, for the first time in what seems like centuries, I felt compelled to make the normally daunting trek to Chavez Ravine.

Frank McCourt Baseball's Berlin Wall

With good weather, zoot-suited Manny in left, and the resurgent Brewers in town, you’d have thought we’d be staring down a sellout Sunday. But the ball orchard was only about 55% full, and parking was a smog-filled breeze. So tho it was a little strange to see so many empty seats without the Pirates in town, it was as pleasant an experience as I’ve had watching professional baseball in Los Angeles County.

The only thing that struck me as a little strange yesterday was the giant wall that separates lower level box seats from the rest of the field level chairbacks. The wall was a erected a couple years ago by the McCourts, and I’ve seen it before, from a lower perspective. But I was club level Sunday, so you could really see how ridiculous the gigante barrier looks.

Of course, the wall is designed to prevent unwashed commoners from invading the precious space of those well-monied ticketholders - the ones who leave their $250 seats empty for half the season. By the looks of the wall, I’m surprised Dodgers Owner Frank McCourt didn’t dig out a moat while he was at it.

Brooks at Dodger Game

I don’t know how long McCourt will run the team into the ground own the team, but I’m guessing that ripping up baseball’s Berlin Wall will be the first order of business for whomever wrests the flagging franchise off of Frank’s hands.

I think I’ve found the latest internet rage: WomenAgainstFantasy.com!

Women Against Fantasy Football Two Timing Mates

Oh wait, make that WomenAgainstFantasySports.com. Based on the site’s content, the proprietors apparently are taking a page from CollegeHumor.com, existing only to sell t-shirts.

But the URL is misleading, as the photo montage featuring a couple two-timing guys does nothing to stem every male’s fantasy.

L.A. Valley native Jeff Suppan is now an innings-eater for the Cardinals Red Sox Pirates Royals Diamondbacks Brewers, and was ND’d yesterday thanks to Ryan Brauntasarus’ top-nine, two-run missile to knot Dodgers-Brewers at a quintet (Los Doyers went on to bottom-nine win).

Suppan also now owns a sports bar in the Valley, on Ventura Blvd. in Encino called “Soup’s Sports Grill.” Thursday I stopped in for a Brewers-only private function at the facility.

Jeff Suppan Brooks Soup's Grill

Jeff is pitching the place as a family-friendly sports grill, which has possibilities considering the demo at most nearby establishments (think cast of Big Lebowski extras).

The food was actually good (chicken cacciatore was mega), better than your typical assortment of just-thawed and/or fried sports bar *delectables*. Also a plus: Suppan plans to manage the place day-to-day after the season.

Soup's Sports Grill

If I wasn’t west side, I’m sure that’d be a chill weekend stopoff, or quality Hollywood pregame destination.


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Brog: SbB Ready To Hit The Hollywood Club Scene

It was a long weekend shooting new SbB Girl Whitney. When I do those all-day shoots, 2-3 days in a row, I completely lose track of what’s going on in the spritely world of athletic endeavor. Not that that’s a bad thing. It’s actually my personal antidote for Beijing and Brett Favre fatigue.

SbB Girl Whitney And Brooks

(Whitney and Mr. Happy)

With my recent move from Miami back to L.A. and all the shooting I’ve been doing, my weekends have been wrecked of late. So I’m going to take this weekend off and do something I haven’t done in many a moon - hit the Hollywood clubs. I’m really looking forward to checking out the latest Lipstick City scene, reconnect with old acquaintances, and most importantly, assist Ronny Turiaf and Ron Artest in getting past the bouncers.

Lisa Lipps J.A. Adande Buffy The Sportswriter Slayer

Now I’ve got plenty of friends who promote for clubs, so I’ve got the inside track on admission to many of L.A.’s hot spots. But as everyone who is anyone in this town knows, if you want to truly make the scene here, there’s only one man to call: J.A. Adande. Don’t believe me? Ask them. Read more…