Here’s wishing Ricky Williams well as the newly retired NFL star embarks on the next phase of his life: World’s most sought-after yoga instructor. In unrelated news…
Officials with the World Anti-Doping Agency apparently didn’t buy the ‘tainted meat’ defense offered up by 2010 Tour de France winner Alberto Contador.
In explaining a positive test for the performance-enhancer clenbuterol, Contador had claimed the culprit was, in fact, some bad prime rib from Ruth’s Chris steakhouse (or its European equivalent). Flanked by supporters, the beef industry denied the allegation.
Ultimately, justice was served: The cycling Spaniard was given a two-year doping ban from the sport and called “a cheat” by WADA president John Fahey, who also promised to exclude Contador from all future ice cream socials and movie nights hosted by the agency.
A shout-out to our industry this week, as the nation’s second-most-celebrated Oval Office intern, Mimi Alford, reveals in her memoirs that she met President John F. Kennedy while swimming in the White House pool.
I may be on an island here, but is there anything more patriotic than our swimwear-clad commander-in-chief putting the moves on a naïve, sexually unsophisticated teenager while simultaneously contemplating whether to overthrow the Cuban government?
Does it even get more American than that?!
I’ve just discovered that California-based fast-food chain Jack in the Box has added a new bacon-flavored milkshake to its lineup. Not exactly one for the kosher menu, eh Jack?
I still can’t decide what to make of Brazilian supermodel Gisele Bundchen’s post-Super Bowl rant in which she blasted the New England Patriots receiving corps for coming down with an ill-timed case of the dropsies.
Bundchen, who to my knowledge has no football coaching experience at either the professional or amateur levels, was merciless in her critique of Wes Welker, Deion Branch and Aaron Hernandez, all of whom probably felt bad enough before being publicly taken to task by Mrs. Tom Brady.
But maybe we’re missing the charitable aspect of it. I mean, here’s a lady who last year graced more covers of Vogue than any other model or celebrity on the planet, and still she finds time to offer her strategic assessment of a sport that doesn’t even exist in her home country.Altruism, thy name is Gisele.
