â†µEven the normally tolerable are turned into drooling, febrile nitwits by the issue of "women+sports=WHAAA?" Look no further than The Big Lead, the US Weekly of sports blogs, for further evidence as to how a usually competent blogger may be struck with bolts of stupid lightning in the presence of a woman: â†µâ†µ
â†µâ‡¥Erin, here’s a bit of a newsflash: If you want to be perceived as a professional, you dress professionally. A blogger mentioned to us that Andrews was essentially a glorified “pharmaceutical saleswoman with a microphone and a press pass,” and if you’ve ever seen pharm sales reps in the doctor’s office, there are essentially two types: The ones in the revealing sun dresses and the ones in the business suits (regardless of the weather). If you choose door No. 1, you’re going to have guys like Rick Sutcliffe and Lou Piniella noticing. And commenting. â†µ
â†µI'm a man, or so I've been told, and the quasi-retardation creeping into any post involving women and sports floors me. It's a woman. They're everywhere. Get used to it. For fairness, we wish someone would follow Peter Gammons around and take pictures of his rump in tight trousers and of him eating hot dogs suggestively, and not because we're into the jockey-type, but because it would be hilarious to watch a guy put under the same scrutiny. Though Peter Gammons, I'm sure, is sexy to someone out there. â†µâ†µ
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