Manic Monday Dump

My hay allergy never seemed less important
Maria Sharapova says she’s back to 100 percent after her shoulder surgery. I wasn’t aware she’d had shoulder surgery. But now all those flowers I’ve sent her don’t seem like such a “stupid, desperate ultra-creepy” idea, do they Dylan? <sportressofblogitude>
Musings on what it would be like if Walter Cronkite were alive/ ran ESPN. These musings are a little different than the ones about OchoCinco running ESPN. Though I must say, I think he’d have ignored the Erin Andrews story too. Giving coverage to an illegal invasion of privacy that is only made worse with publicity hardly seems like ethical journalism. Fortunately we here at Bootlegger Sports aren’t bound by such constraints. <sportspr101>
Phillie’s fans have resorted to beating each other to death. Presumably (by me) because the Cardinals fans blended in with the Philly trash too well to distinguish foe from foe. Reason 177 not to go to Philadelphia. <bustedcoverage>
Great Rickey Henderson stories. Some of these make me realize how much I have in common with Mr. Henderson. Mostly because we both stand naked in front of full-length mirrors and repeat “Rickey’s the best” every day before work. <detroit4lyfe>
Soccer goals and Spanish announcing from this weekend. Last night? I’m not sure. Also I couldn’t get the video to play because I’m doing this from a friend’s crappy computer. But I hear the video is cool. If you like soccer goals and tie games. <rumorsandrants>
Rumor is that the WNBA had an all-star game recently. Also that this failed and then successful “dunk” happened there. Also there’s a sleeping dog using my foot as a pillow right now. Guess which one is more interesting. <deadspin>
Had you been going to an IHOP somewhere in the middle of Texas at the right time this month you could have found a stranded and sobbing Jessica Simpson in the parking lot. You could have been her hero. Or her rapist, but I was giving you more credit than that. <sportscracklepop>
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