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Thursday, September 30, 2010

Golf At It's Loudest: The Ryder Cup



By Tony Mangia

U.S. CAPTAIN LAYS DOWN LAW: NO TWEETING...PLEASE

The first time I heard of The Ryder Cup I didn't care because it sounded too NASCAR-y. When I found out it was an international golf tournament, I was attracted even less. Interest in this 83 year-old challenge between U.S. and European golf teams aren't exactly on my annual bucket list but then, at Celtic Manor in Wales this year, the trash-talking started. If a truck-leasing company wasn't the sponsor, maybe it should be. Who would have guessed that all the manners and etiquette of Augusta would fly off the fairway into the water hazard of non-protocol. This is the weekend that pro-golf turns into it's version of the WWE.

The biennial tournament seems to bring out the worst in the crowds and the players alike. It is the original Dream Team of international sports play. The participants compete for a trophy, but more importantly they play for bragging rights and pride. I've never heard of countrymen getting into a bar fight over a Ryder Cup result, but it sure hits a pressure point with the competitors.

I admit my ignorance of the finer points of golf. I still can't comprehend a game where you can lose by not signing a card---after play! I surely didn't realize that Europe's captain, Colin Montgomerie, was such a reviled man in U.S golfing circles. Seems that as a competitor, he was known as "Mrs. Doubtfire" and "Tuna" by American fans--and not in a cuddly way-- due to his resemblance to the film character and ex-Patriots head coach---and formerly hefty---Bill Parcells.

The outspoken Scot was taunted by the raucous Sawx gallery at Brookline, Mass. in 1999. Now as captain of Europe's 2010 team, he has already ruffled some feathers. He left popular Paul Casey of England off the squad and told his players to stop using Twitter and other social-networking gadgets. In fairness to Monty, the U.S. captain, Corey Pavin, has also asked his team be advised not to tweet. It could distract from the play on the greens. Maybe he can get Tiger Woods to lecture the team on the dangers of texting too.

THE "WAGs ARE BACK!

Speaking of Tiger, it was kind of sad to see him exit the team plane without a significant other. This will be Tiger's first Ryder Cup without his ex-wife Elin. While the other members of the U.S. team disembarked from their plane with their wives and girlfriends, Tiger looked sadly alone. There's always that porn star in nearby London. Tiger's divorce combined with his poor showing since the scandal will surely add fodder to the heckling of the rowdy Wales gallery.

Montgomerie was overheard saying he "wouldn't have picked Tiger for my team." A statement the blustery captain denies. European player, Rory McIlroy said he "wants a piece of Tiger" and "fancies" playing the slumping American. Pavin said, "If it happens, it would be entertaining." Montgomerie explains things differently. He said, "No, I almost want to avoid the situation." Pavin's in-your-face response, "Tiger will make Rory pay." That's about as much trash-talking you will find in golf. No blood spilled but no green jackets being gently put on either.

Its hard to understand how the rules in the match-ups work at the Ryder. There are "foursomes", "four-balls," and "singles." No, it's not code for Tiger's hookups. There are even 1/2 points. The U.S. won last year after a six year drought. The atmosphere will be boisterous and the crowds will be hostile towards Woods and the U.S. contingent. He has something to prove and many expect him to dominate. The golf world awaits that first roar.

Americans won't be putting up Old Glory for this weekend's event. No USA! USA! It'll be the big drivers of the U.S. and the precise putting of the Europeans on lush greens overseas fed to network TV. What passes for bloodsport in golf is a fan getting bopped by an errant shot. The biggest story might be the possibility of Woods getting paired with Phil Mickelson. "Why don't you just hold your breath and we'll see Friday," smiled Mickelson. Wow! You think barflies will be pondering that scenario or debating Montgomerie's plans to play in the Ryder Cup two years from now? As "Lefty" said, "Just hold your breath."

The hottest woman on the planet. Her name is Nicole...

Not only is she one of the Pussycat Dolls - the hottest girl band to ever walk the earth - but she is multi-talented and fucking hot! She is a great entertainer, an amazing singer, song writer, great dancer, a model, she has the most beautiful hair and olive skin, she can pull off skin-tight leather outfits and, uhm, where was I going with this? Right, she's the hottest woman on the planet. Ever. Full stop.

Because I'm all about small word and big, err, pictures, here she is. Nicole Scherzinger, who needs no introduction.

She's got the perfect balance between curves and muscles, innocence and sex-appeal. Gawd, I wanna look like her!

J

Today is the 50th anniversary of The Flintstones!

Growing up, I used to love The Flintstones. My room was even decorated in that theme and I believed that, some day, I'll have a pet dinosaur too. I named my dolls Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm. I wore one-sleeved dresses inspired by Wilma. Viva Rock Vegas was my favourite movie and Bedrock was a place I believed really existed. Why the trip down memory lane? Well, today is the 50th anniversary of the Flintstones and I couldn't help but reminiscing over my childhood days.

Remember Fred and Wilma Flintsone? Or their neighbours Barney and Betty Rubble. Remember the little 'alien' that appeared to Fred and Barney, called The Great Gazoo? And their transport that was either powered by their feet or built on top of a dinosaur? Ah and who can forget Fred's bowling skills! Who ever wrote and brought Flintstones to life, sure had an extremely detailed imagination.

Pebbles that just never seemed to grow any bigger.


Fred inspired many costume parties...


... while Wilma and Betty inspired the runway.


Viva Rock Vegas!

Long live the Flinstones. Yabba-dabba-doo!!

Jemma

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Where The Hell Was Ines Sainz?


By Tony Mangia

NFL SHOWCASES HISPANIC HERITAGE MONTH

I freely confess to getting caught up in the NFL's attempt to branch out into other countries (ala the NBA). In observance of the Hispanic Heritage Month on Sunday night, after two of Miami Dolphins' 306 limited partners, Marc Anthony and Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas, spiced up a version of The Star Spangled Banner, I switched from watching Sunday Night Football on NBC to Futbol Americano de la NFL on the Telemundo network. The league that can't even put a franchise in Toronto (the most accommodating city outside of Geneva) has called an audible and headed south. Nothing says Hispanic Heritage like the American gridiron.

The NFL in conjunction with NBC and Telemundo decided to simulcast prime-time NFL games in English and Spanish. Other than trying to decipher lines from my favorite American movies in Spanish and watching that fat guy with the busty women on Sabato Gigante, my familiarity of Telemundo broadcasting is limited. It's funny, even when American football is on the screen the commentators still make it sound like they are announcing a World Cup soccer game.

I thought it was a great coincidence (ironic maybe?) that the NFL scheduled the Jets--or should I say Jets de las Nueva York--for this showcase considering that whole female-Mexican- reporter in the locker room thing and one good lawyer from a full-fledged NFL sex harassment scandal. Hey where was Ines Sainz on Sunday anyway? She claims to be Mexico's "sexiest sports reporter." I can confirm that--I've been in stadium press boxes--but compared to Al Michaels, she's Miss America too.

In between the Dolphins de las Miami losing to the Jets and hoping to catch a glance of the Sexy-Mex Sainz were the commercials. Spanish beer commercials have more scantily clad women than a Dick Vitale Hooters advertisement. Lots of dancing and less stupidity. None of those fake Coors Lite spots with ex-head coaches' famous press conference comments being inter cut with frat boys beer-related questions from the press gallery. Just imagine the multi-cultural version. A Columbian hottie in a bikini shakes an empty cooler and asks, "Donde e la cerveza?" which is unabashedly spliced in with an old clip of Vince Lombardi answering, "If you can't accept losing, you can't win." Thank goodness for the language barrier.

After a couple of quarters of sambas, sexy babes and racy Spanish soap opera promotions--and keeping in the spirit of Hispanic Heritage Month-- I switched to ESPN DeSportes to catch the Yankee (Yanqui?) game on Beisbol de las Grandes Liga. Wow! That title even sounds huge. Maybe I hit the clicker because the lullaby twins--Joe Morgan and Jon Miller on ESPN--were getting ready to tuck me into bed half-way between one of those usual five hour Red Sox-Yankee marathons. Even in Spanish the Red Sox Nation were led to believe they can actually make the playoffs this year.

That's what I like about watching sports in another language, if you don't look at the score you can't tell if your team is losing. All you hear is strange words then "Eli Manning" and more strange words. You wouldn't even know he just left-handed the ball into an opponent's hands at the one-yard line. Ines Sainz, look what ye have wrought!

My photo shoot with Robert Miller - lingerie photos!

On Women's Day I went for a photo shoot with the wonderful Robert Miller and I shared my behind the scenes stuff with you. Though I haven't received all the final images, here are some of what he's sent me, which I simply had to share. I am so in love with the results!

Pink lingerie by Kangol




Blue bling lingerie also from Kangol




My favourite photo so far! Shoes from Aldo


Black lace lingerie from Temptations and shoes from Luella


If I could have something like an official photographer, he would be it.
More to come, so come back real soon. What do you think?

J

Ladies, Welcome to SHOE HEAVEN

I would love to tell you that the shoes below are all part of my personal collection. Maybe one day, but for now I am allowed to dream and drool. Some people save up for a house or a Mercedes or even a lavish tropical holiday. Me? Well, below pretty much sums up my priorities. I'm a shoe addict.

No, you haven't died and gone to heaven (though, Alexander McQueen did), but these shoes are to die for. Ah, I need a rich boyfriend to buy me some of these. Fuck the ring.

Shoes by Alexander McQueen









Shoes by Fendi




My personal favourite.


Shoes by Christian Louboutin


I have got to have these!






Shoes by Jimmy Choo




Ok Santa, Christmas is around the corner and I promise I've been a good girl.
Ladies, what do you think about these AMAZING SHOES?

J
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