- Dr. Shin prepares to assist Mike. Maybe now he can afford to do laundry?
College basketball brackets aren’t the only thing people are slicing and dicing this week—how about…testicles???
Yes, today was the culmination of the second annual VASECTOMY MADNESS Challenge from Washington DC radio jocks (ha, yeah I said it) The Sports Junkies of station 106.7 The Fan.
(Want to enter next year? Remember the URL 1067TheFan.com/BALLS. I can’t make this stuff up.)
Desperate area men submitted their stories in hopes listeners would vote for them to win a free vasectomy from Doctors Paul Shin and Jason Engel, of Urologic Surgeons of Washington. The three finalists included:
Mike, whose wife underwent successful in vitro fertilization, resulting in their three kids. Annnnd, that’s enough he says. Plus having more kids would put his wife at serious risk because of a fallopian tube disorder.
Eric, whose wife’s third pregnancy resulted from a party hosted by the Junkies themselves. Now she is on bedrest with an I.V., and he’s taking off work to care for the kids—so less money for growing costs. And then there’s our winner…
Cowboy Mike, who sort of defies explanation beyond, as one Junkie put it, “dirty.” For one, Mike lives in an actual “yurt,” sort of like one of those “Game of Thrones” tents, minus the wine and wenches.
The author with her plaque in the Centre College Athletic Hall of Fame.
Recently, my phone’s message light blinked green-green-green above an impossibility: a message from my 20-year-old nephew, Hunter. And not his usual grunt response to some sports story I texted him:
—“Tom Brady just threw a touchdown so hard the CHEERLEADERS CAUGHT FIRE!!!”
No, this was, like, full sentences. He was going on a Kenyan mission trip, with a stopover in London. He knew I had studied there during my Centre days and wanted to know what sites to squeeze in.
So I advised him on key landmarks: Big Ben, Parliament, Piccadilly Circus’ neon thrum. But I realized that my happiest London memories weren’t those famous places, but the tiny moments, the ones you don’t scratch into a travel journal. You’re not having tea with the queen; you’re sitting in the dorm room window with your roommate Lynn, swinging your feet and feeding the geese below with crust from the all-you-can-eat buffet pizza you pilfered under your jackets because you’re so Pound-poor.
Yet that window is where you become best friends, even today.
40 cheerleaders x $1250 owed each? $50,000. Oakland Raiders’ worth in 2013? $825 million.
The “Raiderettes”—the Oakland Raiders Cheerleaders—are suing the organization.
(Go ahead and giggle, guys. And may you someday have cheerleader daughters.)
And the suit actually, for once, has nothing to do with sexual harassment. So that’s a step in the right direction. Instead, current and former cheerleaders are suing for wage theft and other unfair employment practices, including not paying the women for time worked, and not compensating them for their business expenses.
(And if you DO have a cheerleader, or dance, or pom, or pageant daughter, you know just how much that top shelf hairspray can be.)
This is a huge step back for the squad, which includes a lawyer, several business owners, a software sales executive, and a Ph.D. candidate in biochemical engineering. The suit alleges that the women’s pay is withheld until the end of the season, if they are paid at all, and if they are, it is $1,250—TOTAL—an average of $5 an hour if you count rehearsals, hair and makeup time, travel, photo shoots and performing—and that’s not counting appearing at events for which they are not compensated.
Between baggage fees and gas prices, any vacation discount these days is especially welcome. “Social coupon” websites provide fast and easy ways to trim your travel expenses — if you research carefully.
We’ve read the fine print — here are our picks for solid sites offering deals and rewards on everything from lodging to fun things to do while on vacation. - by Laura Boswell, Travelchannel.com
Rivera Shines, ESPYs Tonight. Why it’s OK to cheer for a Yankee for one game, and why Michigan’s Vincent Smith will be at a local bar during the ESPY’s tonight.
High Five! Home Runs, Princes, and Peace Out. Greetings sports fans and wanna-bes! It was a tough weekend in American news, so here’s your weekly High-Five for a little fun with the office, the other half, and the offspring…
The sudden departure of so many Miami fans Tuesday night, when they were certain the Heat would lost to San Antonio–instead of launching a comeback for a 103-100 OT win–brings up the age-old debate:
Aside from kids or emergencies, is it OK to leave big games early? Or any game? Do real fans worry about traffic or an early day at work? What do you think? Tell us in our poll!
Go ahead. Make my play.
Watching Phil Mickelson double-bogey to his sixth runner-up U.S. Open finish on Sunday was painful, but I couldn’t help laughing at the USGA’s genius new ad campaign, “While We’re Young.”
Taking the famous phrase coined by Rodney Dangerfield’s “colorful” character in every guy I’ve ever dated’s favorite movie “Caddyshack,” famous faces like Arnold Palmer, Tiger Woods, and Annika Sorenstam try to fix what makes golf so boring (yes, I said it) to watch, and frustrating to play: it’s so slooooow. The USGA hopes current players will pledge to lighten up, and new players will tee up.
The ads are all great, but my favorite is when a certain bad-ass actor is having a bad day on the links. Watch them all here.
Myrtle Beach is the jewel of the East Coast’s “Grand Strand,” a 60-mile arc of beaches, boardwalks, the home-grown “shag dance” and golf. A lot of golf. The only question is: Where to play first? Lowcountry salt marshes? Budget-friendly fairways? Magnolia-strewn plantations? Myrtle Beach has them all, and often with discounted, multi-course packages. Here are a few of our favorite places to hit the green in Myrtle Beach.