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NFL Football Players Draft Injuries Rookies Season SuperbowlPublished: July 21, 2009
We get it fellas…having an attractive woman talk about football is hot.
Your enthusiasm became overwhelmingly evident when you gave repeated Website visits to the midriff baring Fantasy Sports Girls, who rattled off in monotone NFL tidbits of the week. Their mundane ramblings even earned them a spot as regular contributors to the once highly respected FanHouse.
It’s a feat we fully-clothed female bloggers wouldn’t dare dream of.
If you’ve ever frequented the official Erin Andrews’ gossip site a.k.a Deadspin, you could probably burn a full workday and you still wouldn’t get through half the Andrews related posts, butt shots, and side-boob references.
Oh and lest we forget, the oh-so-insightful commentary that typically follows each post, like this intellectual gem, “Look at the funbags on that hosehound.”
Andrews, an ESPN reporter who is often referred to by the site as “The Sideline Princess”, is probably more closely followed than Kobe, T.O., and A-Rod combined.
And hey, we get it. Sex sells…boys will be boys.
But is it possible that this constant desire to minimize female sports reporters, (you know, the ones who actually intend to be taken seriously), to microphone swallowing pin-ups, is crossing the line from irksome and disrespectful to downright dangerous?
News that Andrews was the victim of video voyeurism in her hotel room suggests that maybe, just maybe, it’s time we lay off the sideline skirt scoping, if only for a moment, and let these ladies actually do their jobs.
According to the latest reports, the purvey predator, who secretly taped Andrews, is trying to hock the video to the highest bidder; a get rich quick scheme apparently too sleazy for even TMZ to consider. While there’s no official word on what the video shows, the peephole camera is rumored to have picked up shots of Erin changing clothes in her room.
It’s not a prank or a scandal. It’s a little something we like to call sexual assault and despite efforts by some bloggers to make light of the situation, it’s not a laughing matter.
Our Website’s no stranger to ogling hotties.
Give us a few shirtless shots of Terrell Owens or Reggie Bush and we’ll give you a story that’s long on pictures and short on words. And we see nothing wrong with celebrating a woman’s beauty, regardless of her profession.
What’s disturbing is the near obsessive fascination with reporters like Andrews, NASCAR reporter Krista Voda, and Fox Sports’ Charissa Thompson. Hell, Andrews couldn’t even eat a sandwich without it becoming the top story on the biggest sports blogs in the country.
And while the media and bloggers can’t be blamed for some scum-bag’s decision to secretly tape a reporter in her room, the scum-bag certainly wouldn’t have taken the risk had their not been a market for it.
According to ABC News, searches for the video topped Google’s list of most searched items shortly after the news broke. And to think, we girls are the ones accused of watching sports for all the wrong reasons…
There needs to be some level of responsibility with regard to how these women are perpetually objectified by their “sports reporting” colleagues. What if we limited it to say, one closeup shot of Andrews in a sweater every other Brett Favre retirement update? After all, while Andrews may be known for her snug sweaters and V-neck tops, her fashion statements in no way scream “look at me, don’t listen to me” as say…a girl wearing Daisy Dukes and a halter top, while reading the weekly NFL injury report.
And you know what, not even that kind of blatant reliance on sexuality for notoriety merits what Andrews was subjected to in her hotel room.
Seriously, enough is enough.
Published: July 21, 2009
Episode 1 of “The T.O. Show” lived up to all the hype. Groupie love: check. Club hoppin’: Check. Gratuitous shirtless shots: Check. Somehow work in an elimination ceremony and I may have to add it to my DVR list.
After months of publicity, the show made its much anticipated debut on VH1 last night. It opened with Terrell Owens learning the news of his release from the Dallas Cowboys. We got to see the sensitive side of Owens. He seemed genuinely shocked and hurt. While it didn’t seem like he was on the road to another “That’s my quarterback”-esque breakdown, you couldn’t help but notice the tears in his eyes.
Of course, it didn’t take long for sensitive Terrell to take a backseat to the self-obsessed T.O. After signing with the Bills and being convinced by his publicists and long-time friends Monique and Kita to relocate to L.A., “The T.O. Show” starts to live up to its name. He gets it on in the hot tub with his real estate agent and hosts a groupie-palooza at his fabulous new L.A. crib. Then, with the mere mention of a gorgeous ex-fiance by the name of Felicia, T.O. melts away and Terrell kicks and claws his way back to the surface.
Owens admits to mistreating and cheating on his supermodel/actress ex. (Pop up blog fact: Felicia currently stars on the soap “Days of Our Lives.” ) At the nudging of his female friends, Terrell decides to pay Felicia a visit, equipped with roses and a grab bag of sentimental gifts. During his talk with Felicia, whose stunning looks admittedly leave me a little distracted, you get the sense that either she still has a handle on his heart or they’re both really good at creating reality TV subtext.
What else did the opening episode reveal about the NFL star? For starters, he’s an equal opportunity groupie banger. (”Bring me your Asians, your Blasians, your Blondes, & Brunettes.”) His best friend Pablo’s farts are so powerful, not even LA smog and freeway wind can mask the odor. And apparently NFL stars don’t make much time for pedicures. (Anybody else take note of Terrell’s crusty big toe?)
While it’s called “The T.O. Show”, it seems we’ll also get to learn a lot about the two ladies in Owens’ life with the patience to put up with his crap. Monique and Kita play the role of Mrs. Garrett from “The Facts of Life.” They try to keep him grounded and provide the occasional chuckle-worthy moments, like their impromptu cheer of “T.O to the snow! Let’s go, to the snow” upon hearing Owens had signed with the Bills. Their top priority is to get Owens to put his bad boy “T.O.” persona in his past so that Terrell can finally settle down with a good woman and focus on life after football.
Of course, the best part of these reality shows is most often the previews. Coming up in future episodes of “The T.O. Show,” Owens will reunite with his estranged father, he’ll run around shirtless, he’ll have an emotional visit with his grandmother, he’ll run across a field shirtless, and he’ll refer to himself as ‘the 8th wonder of the world’…then run up the Art Museum steps in Philadelphia a-la Rocky…shirtless. (Eagles fans who dared to watch this premiere probably choked on their cheesesteak at the sight of that one.)
All in all, “The T.O. Show” is just what I expected from an NFL star who loves football just as much as he loves trouble…and himself. My only critique, what was up with all the shots of him fully clothed?