legomyarrow posted a link to this silliness this morning.

If you haven't seen it already, dork_elf, I'm sure it will be good for a chuckle. Also, uisgich, they're taking the name of your homeland in vain...

:D

I still want to know what was going on in my icon. Though I loved dork_elf's answer, when she rolled her eyes at me last time.

Just read this item from dork_elf's post with great interest.

Now, although I really have no use for sports in general, I have been known to read sports analysis with interest on occasion. Stand out incident - the big Newsweek article on Donovan McNabb a few years ago. I was suddenly a Donovan McNabb expert, and Husband was confused, bemused, and amused. So, CK sometimes has wide-ranging and unpredictable intellectual interests. There are many precedents.

But in the context of the last several days, see disturbing pattern here.

Please don't tell me that I have developed some sort of pathetic, schoolboy crush on, *flinches*, Mr. Beckham.

The thought of it makes me cringe. When am I going to get over these embarrassing bouts of hormonal insanity? EW. SB. Now, what, DB?!

Am so put out! *huffs* I intend to blame this entire thing on the recent spate of pics. *general glaring all around*

UPDATE (next day):

uisgich reminded me about this old thing today. Having read dork_elf's article, realize that those PTI guys clearly don't know jack s*** about the international world of soccer...

And because this seems to be the perfect place to do it, recent posts, because I know how I am and I will be looking for them later:

Chat with Uisgich
Desktop screensaver update
Hair pulling
Laptop screensaver update
Trolling for pics
Dork Elf's Tears of A Thug
Homme Arena

Welcome to the insanity. dork_elf says, "What hairpulling pic?" Then, "Did I send you the one before it?!"

AND....

She linked me.

So, without further ado.

( The pic BEFORE the pulling... )

dork_elf suggested I visit milochka today for a little Beckham adventure. Please click here for the link.

Inspired by this lovely, tantalizing little piece, I went and found the pics.

( Whoa! )

"Arch you back a bit more" indeed! Guys DO photoshoots like that?! I mean, real, purportedly straight celebrity type guys...

So, to sorta quote Bekham from Milochka's ficlet: What the HELL was he thinking that day?!

*is shocked*

Also, from the same shoot, just because he's pretty as hell...

( Not quite as Whoa! )

Let me say, right up front, that I know next to nothing about soccer.

Husband watches occasionally. Men's and Women's World Cup. American professional women's soccer. Premiere League Football.

I believe that I have stated before that soccer players, male and female, are some of the sexiest critters walkin' around on two legs.

That said, Husband was watching some Premiere League game last year and, without knowing him or seeing a jersey, I picked David Beckham out of the crowd. The guy is *hot.*

So, on to the real point of this post.

Husband also watches sports commentary program called "Pardon the Interruption".

They proposed the hypothesis that Mr. Beckham isn't that great a player, nor is he that sexy. They proposed that Mr. Beckham is almost entirely a product of his relationship with Posh Spice. Without her, and without the fact that his name got in the movie title, nobody would even have known who David Beckham was.

So, any football fans out there wanna give me their two cents' worth? My personal experience makes me feel that they've totally under-estimated the man's sex appeal. But is he just a Spice Girl phenomenon? Or can he actually play?

Heh. Watched the Dolphins and Eagles last night with The Husband. The first half anyway. Had gotten into a very punchy mood. To The Husband's delight and surprise, had fallen into knowledgeable fan mode - calling plays, yelling at the officials, screaming things like "run, run, run" and "catch it!" at appropriate times, mocking the blathering idiot commentators, complaining about the lack of defense, etc. Generally being a good football watching companion. For anyone reading out there in LJ land, I do not, never, never, never watch football willingly. It is not really an overstatement to say that I hate footbal. But was in a mood last night. Plus, they were scoring like crazy. A good game for a non-fan to watch.

las, the Dolphins eventually managed to lose after I went to bed.

Had a good laugh over poor, pretty Jason Taylor. He has apparently been endorsing Neutrogena skin care products. He was described as "metrosexual" in this article, and apparently he later objected (sounds like good naturedly), stating that he has a hard enough time with the guys in the locker room over the skin care ads, and he's never going to be able to live down being called metrosexual. I was howling! Anyway, it also occurs to me that last night I was thinking what a tiny little guy he looked like. Dude! He's like 6'6", 260 lbs, according to the ABC Sports site I was just at... He looked like a little weenie out there! Maybe it's becuase he plays defense with all the fat guys... Which makes me think that I did not make one "look at that big fat guy" comment last night. Do no big fat guys play for the Dolphins or Eagles? Or was I just not paying attention?

And speaking of fat guys, was quite put out over the inequity in eye candy. The Husband, as usual, kept growling at the camera guy for more shots of the cheerleaders, who (for which team I'm not sure), were dressed in tiny, tight little fuzzy red and white coat mini dresses, a la Santa's elves, I suppose. I actually found watching them dance pseudo-erotically in that outfit a bit disconcerting, but The Husband was quite pleased. Whatever. But then the blathering idiots start talking about how one wears black because it is slimming. Then, they showed the Eagle's head coach, dressed entirely in black. I could not find an unflattering enough picture of this man on the Internet in the 3 minutes I was willing to put into the search! He's gigantic! The joke about wearing black was very, very cruel! So this is what I get to look at, instead of cheerleaders! But then, to add insult to injury, the idiots start talking about how one of their camera men looks just like this guy. They come back from a commercial and >show a split screen of the shockingly obese camera man and the shockingly obese coach so that we can all compare and contrast! Hey! I complained to The Husband, who promptly said something like "You have all the players...in tight spandex." To which I cuttingly replied, "We're not watching soccer here!"

Heh. Soccer players...

OK. Work time now.