High school cheerleaders are things of beauty. They get you riled up at basketball games, dance around at halftime in the middle of the football field, and give headies under the bleachers post game. And their entire reason for existance is to be provocative- to give you something to ogle at when you’re taking a break from the action. To that end, their uniforms leave as little as possible to the imagination. And for one Ohio school, that was the problem. Monroe High decided that the skirts on their cheerleaders uniforms (the ones the school itself chose and provided at the parents’ expense, mind you) were too short, and didn’t meet dress code. So, they no longer let the cheerleaders wear these outfits to school on game day. For shame. In honor of these poor girls, we’ve put together a gallery of cheerleaders in all their glory after the jump.
Earlier this week Stamos brought you the story of the Nun Beauty Contest and we actually started believing that rubbing out could send you to hell. Well, apparently high up church doods thought this contest would send you to hell too. Antonio Rungi , who spawned this beautiful idea, says he was misunderstood by the Fathers who shut him down. Right Toni, like you haven’t been oggling these sisters for years and this was they only way you get them to take their clothes off. He wanted the nuns to send their pictures to him directly so he could “let internet users decide.” That just sounds like a bad great Internet scam. I would like to formally announce the fembrah beauty contest. Send scantily clad pictures to blog@brahsome.com. No wookies chicks, please.
Hat tip to the Sorostitute for the find. When the eff are you gracing us with your presence again? We’re expecting you to participate in the contest.
Remember that Mike Phelps .0000000000000001 second finish at the Olympics? Yeah, Cavic ain’t too happy about the whole thing. And, according to a video he put on MOUTHPIECE SPORTS today, he’s desperate for a rematch. How desperate? “I would give my left testicle.” Yowza. Someone get a knife and Uniball pens on the phone … we got Phelps a new sponsor!
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Alessandra Ambrosio…moon goddess, temptress, and the future ex-Mrs. Brahkowski had a baby girl. I’ve never been sure I wanted kids, so I’m glad she got this “baby” thing about of her system before we got hitched. Now I’ll have a smokin’ hot step-daughter in case I ever go Woody Allen style.
From the Tiger Tracks column in yesterday’s Charleston Post and Courier, Clemson DC Vic Koenning was asked how familiar he was with Julio Jones, a receiver on Clemson’s first opponant Alabama.
“I actually ran into Julio in the spring recruiting. I said hello to him. I said, ‘Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you at the end of August.’ And then he got out and got in his Escalade and drove off. That’s serious. And then I went over and watched (Alabama freshman) Burton Scott at Vigor High School at the track over there, and Burton Scott was running around. He went and got in his Escalade out at track practice and drove off. So I’m familiar with those two guys.”
Dateline: New Haven, CT. A group of little league parents has asked that a team in their league be removed because they have a kid “whose pitching they say is so hard, fast and accurate that it might frighten or discourage other players.” Kid’s name is Jericho Scott (shockingly, Brinson already has already claimed him off waivers in the Brahsome fantasy league despite his being 8 years old) and while he may be destined for stardom, it’s obvious the other kids in this league are not. These parents should probably feel good about themselves, leveling the playing field for their untalented (and likely unattractive) children. God knows there’s nothing worse than learning at age 8 that you won’t always be good at everything. Care To Get Nice? »
Apparently Phil Ford doesn’t have a special place in his heart for Carolina’s 2000 NCAA Final Four squad, because a few years back he gave this ring to a friend. That guy, like any good friend who receives a special gift, decided to cosign the ring for sale with a jewelry shop in Chapel Hill. Some randy bought it and is now selling it on Ebay.
Ford was an assistant on the team and is a former Tar Heel, so you would think that ring might be something he wanted to hang on to. Apparently that’s not the case.
I heard about this on the radio this morning and I still can’t figure out who the hell wants to show off a ring they didn’t earn or have any part of? I don’t hate Carolina the way Stamos, The Piler and Brinson do. I have no real problem with them. I just don’t get why anyone would want to purchase a championship ring. Is that what drives the ladies crazy? Are they impressed that your slow, chubby ass bought a ring off of Ebay from some broke ass sucka looking to score a dime bag? Lame.
Just when I thought there were no more new ways for me to hate Carolina, Donald Williams lights me up for 40. So some friends of mine and I decided to get a basektball team together for a fall rec league. We’ve got solid players, including some former high school players, but most of us are carrying a few more pounds than in our athletic primes in the late ’90s. The sign up sheet stated in bold letters “NO A LEAGUE TEAMS,” so we’re thinking we might be able to make a little noise. After a couple of setbacks, the schedule finally came out last week. Our first game was tonight against a team called WRAL, so jokes were flying all day about posting up Greg Fishel. I sized up the competition as we warmed up and they looked to be more athletic than us, but not unbeatable. After missing our first shot, WRAL cam down court and one of their players pulled from about 25 feet, straight draino. Rinse, repeat and we’re down by 6-0. During a timeout one of our players said “I think that’s Donald Williams.” We dismiss the comments thinking a former NCAA Final Four Most Outstanding Player award winner wouldn’t be caught dead in a league full of out of shape weekend warriors. Well, when we got down by 20 something one of our players walked up to the scorers table and looked at the scorebook. “Williams, D.” Great. We’re arguing about wanting to be on the bench because we’re so out of shape and now we have to contend with former professional basketball player. There’s no hero comeback story here. We got our ass kicked. Donald probably had around 40 with about 10 3s and I don’t think he even tried very hard. I mean I realize the guy is 35, but how fun could that be for him? There are, in fact, competitive basketball leagues in Raleigh.
High school cheerleaders are things of beauty. They get you riled up at basketball games, dance around at halftime in the middle of the football field, and give headies under the bleachers post game. And their entire reason for existance is to be provocative- to give you something to ogle at when you’re taking a break from the action. To that end, their uniforms leave as little as possible to the imagination. And for one Ohio school, that was the problem. Monroe High decided that the skirts on their cheerleaders uniforms (the ones the school itself chose and provided at the parents’ expense, mind you) were too short, and didn’t meet dress code. So, they no longer let the cheerleaders wear these outfits to school on game day. For shame. In honor of these poor girls, we’ve put together a gallery of cheerleaders in all their glory after the jump.
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Apparently Phil Ford doesn’t have a special place in his heart for Carolina’s 2000 NCAA Final Four squad, because a few years back he gave this ring to a friend. That guy, like any good friend who receives a special gift, decided to cosign the ring for sale with a jewelry shop in Chapel Hill. Some randy bought it and is now selling it on 
Just when I thought there were no more new ways for me to hate Carolina, Donald Williams lights me up for 40. So some friends of mine and I decided to get a basektball team together for a fall rec league. We’ve got solid players, including some former high school players, but most of us are carrying a few more pounds than in our athletic primes in the late ’90s. The sign up sheet stated in bold letters “NO A LEAGUE TEAMS,” so we’re thinking we might be able to make a little noise. After a couple of setbacks, the schedule finally came out last week. Our first game was tonight against a team called