Contortionists sing about potato salad

I'd hate for the U.G. to be the last blog to embed/link to this video clip, so here it is. Bear with the annoying song about potato salad, because at about the 1:05 mark, these three birds start doing things with their bodies that boggle the mind.

And after reading the Gulbis post, you might catch yourself wondering if she's as bendy as these gals ....

Fore Real? Big Deal!

Its official she's more than just a pretty face!

In a sport dominated by butch women, that may or may not want to hurt me, Natalie Gulbis won her first LPGA tour event this weekend silencing the critics. (don't act like you don't know about the Anna Kournikova comparisons.)

So let my insignificant self say:
Congratulations, you are HOT! Oh yeah, and you won.

What I'm getting at here is this: Nobody really cares. The fist full of men who know about Ms. Gulbis don't know of her because she finished sixth on the money list last year or because occasionally she needs a cortisone shot in her wrist. They know her because she did spreads in FHM and SI. (For the record: What the hell is up with the Suzy Homemaker/June Clever vibe I get from the SI shoot? I wonder what her colleague's think about that?)

Finally winning must feel good, but you want to know what else feels good? The tingling sensation I get in my man parts when I look at the FHM spread. She's got talent.

So what is uncoachable about Gulbis? Her body karate. You just can't teach that.

Ahman Green shares the green

This story has been all over the national radar, but what the hell, I can't always be linking to stupid shit like Leaf Face or guys who choke out bobcats.

Ahman Green, formerly of the Pack and currently a Houston Texan, wanted to keep his old number (30) as a member of his new team. The guy who had the number, Jason Simmons, put a new twist on the old number-swapping routine. Rather than have Ahman shell out a few K or buy him a case of beer (wasn't that John Kruk's asking price?) or, in the case of Clinton Portis, have Ahman "pay him later," Simmons wanted Green to do something nice.

Like help a single mother with the down payment on a house.

(By the way, isn't that Warrick Dunn's territory?)

So after a list of candidates was compiled, careful to make sure they fit the criteria (a pledge to do 100 hours of community service, would put something like $1,500 of their own cash toward the down payment), they selected a woman who is caring for her 7-year-old autistic son.

Green gave her some serious green ... $25K. Texans owner Bob McNair matched it.

In the words of blogger extraordinaire Jim Romenesko, "it's the feel good story of the day." And sports figures like Ahman, despite his sweaty, fumbling forearms, deserve all of the positive buzz they can get, when the headlines are dominated by Vick and the shady NBA ref and the Tour de France favorite who (surprise!) failed a doping test.

I wasn't all that sad to see Green leave Green Bay (although Brandon Jackson and Vernand Morency don't exactly strike fear in the opposition, I'm guessing), but consider this one final cheer for a guy who had a good run on the frozen tundra.