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Why are we still talking about Manti Te’o? I mean, I get it- his story of being Munsoned (if you don’t get that reference, shame on you) is scandalous and we all love a good scandal. Anything to distract us from our otherwise boring lives, am I right?

I used to LOVE the bowl season. There was nothing better than the first week of January when you could watch college football's best duke it out for all the oranges, tostios, roses or sugar anyone could possibly want.

Today, the NCAA did more than just drop the hammer on Penn State football.  It all but blew up Beaver Stadium.  And I am not here to regurgiatate all of the penalties the school is now forced to deal with.  You've probably been reading about it all day, and if for some reason you haven't, that is what Google is for.

I’ve said it before and I will say it again – I do NOT understand ESPN’s hard-on for LeBron James.  I didn’t watch the ESPYs last night because I left all my “give a fucks” at the All-Star game, but when I logged on to ESPN this morning, I was greeted with this loveliness:

Listen – I will be the first person to admit I know little (okay, nothing) about the politics involved in college athletics.  All I know is that it’s about money.  If anyone tells you their beloved alma mater would never cheat in any sport in an effort to get some of that money, then ask them for the cup they’re drinking from and start chugging because then you too can be in that happy, delusional place.

Monday was a Fail Whale for Bears fans when Sean Jensen of the Chicago Sun-Times confirmed that Bears QB Jay Cutler had shut down his Twitter account.

Last week, Simon Borg, the now suspended MLSSoccer.com host pissed off a lot of chicas when he said the following about female sports fans:

Let me first start by saying males aren't the only ones that say some pretty annoying things. For example, women (including myself) use phrases like mani/pedi, preggers, and totes.  It’s just us being lazy.  Really.  We’re used to character limits, and we talk that way now.

 Remember those Nokia phones that were popular in 2000 and you could buy jeweled face plates for?  I blame those for our downfall.

This post is brought you by the skeezoid cab driver I had last Sunday.  He told me he always enjoyed driving around pretty girls, talked my ear off until we got to my apartment and then when I said I thought I had dropped something, he said, “Drop your phone in the back seat so you’ll have to call me.”

Um, what?  No.  Awful.