congrats, pelf

According to Adam Rubin, Mike Pelfrey has been named the NL Player of the Week.

His maturation has been something to behold. What a stud.

i’ve been distracted lately

Last night I missed going to the SNY viewing party at the Village Pourhouse (in turn missing out on meeting a boy on whom I have the most incomprehensible crush, a boy who will go nameless, but he’s got Kennedy hair and I’m not made of stone, guys) due to general malaise and weird mental things and stress and whatnot, so I decided to cook for two hours and then listen to the game. Good game! Etc. Hooray win. They’ll probably lose tonight. That’s what .500 teams do, right?

But mainly I’ve been distracted because of Wimbledon. Yes, still! It’s almost over, promise. I realized something about today’s matches though: back in January, when Maria Sharapova defeated Ana Ivanovic in the Australian Open final, drooling males who couldn’t give two shits about the sport were deeming it the “hottest match ever.” I find Ivanovic totally adorable and Sharapova completely overrated (have you seen her face? She looks like a lizard. But she’s blonde, so there you go American standard of beauty), but they probably had a point.

WELL. Considering this blog, it’s time to turn the tables and objectify some men, as today features the hottest ever quarterfinal matchup, though you wouldn’t know it judging by media coverage (save for always-reliable tennis.com, which deemed the match “the GQ special.” Well done).

Here we have Feliciano Lopez, who kind of looks like a male Gabriela Sabatini (in my mind the most beautiful woman to play the sport):

What’s with the beefcake shot though? He looks like he should be on the cover of a romance novel. (Also here’s an, ahem, NSFW image)

And opposing him, beautiful talent-wasting headcase Marat Safin:

Marat kinda looks like an ex’s brother here. Sigh.

I promise actual substance TK.

happy 24th, joe

It’s God’s birthday today!

Photo courtesy this guy. Doesn’t he look noble here, like some kind of infallible steed or treasure-guarding sphinx or maybe just like he’s posing for a Renaissance-esque bust?

In a currently lousy pitching day for the Mets against the Indians (Ollie Perez gave up like fourteen home runs and now Nelson Figueroa is having trouble on the mound as rain falls), Joe Smith celebrated his birthday by pitching a scoreless sixth. Huzzah! He did allow two singles: one that careened off of 3B Damion Easley’s glove and then a likely double-play ball that took a bad hop for SS Anderson Hernandez. Ho-hum. Joe–whose ERA is currently a less-than-stellar 7.56, though much of this could be attributed to bad luck hits finding holes like above or also his revamped delivery–then gets a double-play and a chopper to first to end the inning. I think he’s back on track, and while I am certain there is just too much residence in the bullpen for Smith to be included, it would be shocking if he wasn’t with the team at some point this season. I look forward to that.

So I hope Joe Smith can go and celebrate his good performance today by getting some cake or beer. Perhaps with Pedro Feliciano. My stars, these two are always yakking it up!

OMG U GUYZ!!!!!1111one

LIKE GET A ROOM ‘N STUFF!

LOLZ!1!! LIKE TOTES BEST PALZ 4 EVA!!!!!111!!

objectifying male athletes; or the male gays’ gaze

Fun stuff: King of the Hardwood, which is gonna do some kind of hottie March Madness thing. Baseball voting ends on Wednesday! D-Wright and Jose Jose Jose are in the running!