Jeez, Erin Andrews, get off your high horse

Did you know that Erin Andrews hasn't been on TV since her "incident" where she was hardly visible through blurry lines, yet was naked and then the Internet pounced and thus there was an "incident?" She hasn't. Cause and effect, too. That seems a bit unnecessary.

Yet Andrews recently went on Oprah to talk about this horrible incident where she was hardly visible through blurry lines and will try to put this behind her.

ESPN reporter Erin Andrews said in an interview with Oprah Winfrey that having secretly videotaped nude footage of her distributed on the Internet was a "nightmare."

Scary. Like that dream where you're falling. Or being chased. Or where you have to pull the trigger to shoot the bad guy but you don't have the strength to pull the trigger because you're in REM sleep. Or the dream where you're naked in public...Oh. Hmm.

Andrews also tells Winfrey she "opened up the computer [and] could feel my heart pounding."

Who knows who may have seen the video of her as she was hardly visible through blurry lines? What if her dad saw it? Oh no!

Andrews will be working on air Thursday night for the first time since the video became widespread news. She'll be the sideline reporter for ESPN's broadcast of South Carolina at North Carolina State.

Ooh, South Carolina vs. NC State. Could be OK. What will Spurrier have up his leave? NC State hasn't been good in a while. Who are we kidding? This game isn't going to be very good at all. Probably will try to get in some Netflix instead. Or maybe read a book. Reading books is way underrated, yet we feel people -- including us -- don't do it enough. There are some very good books out there. We should check them out. But the ones Oprah suggests are bullshit. Don't listen to her.

Anyways, Andrews has every right to file lawsuits and do legal stuff with lawyers and courts and Judge Judy, but it's over, you could hardly make out a boob, and nobody really cares anymore. Shouldn't we be making a bigger deal out of the fact that you're dating David Wright? Conflict of interest, man.

[Unrelated: We were sent some awesome sports keychains from Wholesale Keychains. They were awesome in a keychain kind of way. Whatever that means.]

Hey, FOX and ESPN, fuck you. We don't care about the Yankees and Red Sox.

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ESPN's journalistic integrity continues to skyrocket

Did you know that over on the Worldwide Leader they have a new blog? By Lil Wayne? That's right, a blog about sports by a musician. Actually, according to ESPN he's a "mega rapper." Well I guess he's got just as many credentials to blog about sports as I do... but I'm not on ESPN. Anyway, in his latest entry he throws out this little gem:

"Like, Brett Farve? Come on. He's like 3900 years old and he threw for six touchdowns?"

Now that's analysis.

Mike and Mike. And Mike?

Didn't see much of the Broncos rout of the Raiders, which was probably a good thing because, jeez, Mike and Mike were calling the game? Ouch. Talk about ESPN's B team.

And to make things more mike-y, ESPN added Mike Ditka to the booth. Intentional? We have to believe so. Mike, Mike and Mike! M³! Some one got promoted over that one.

Speaking of Ditka, well, broadcasting probably isn't for him, as he puts a sentence together as well as a third-grader with a speech impediment. But perhaps ownership is in his future.

We saw the other day, and naturally commented, that the Bears probably shouldn't be owned by Virginia Halas McCaskey, who NFL Adam would do after two drinks. Ditka would be the quintessentially owner of the Bears, right? He is like Mr. Bear.

And what's a Ditka post without a nice little clip? Enjoy. And feel free to whack it to Virginia Halas McCaskey. Lord knows we might.

What guys really wanted for Father's Day

Move aside, iPhone, there's a new favorite toy for men.

ESPN, in its continued effort to take over the world, has created The Ultimate Remote, a universal control that has internet, texting and video-playing capabilities.

That's it there to the right. Three-hundred bucks for one of those bad-boys. But you can't watch TV on it and it won't wipe your ass.

Give 'em a couple of months. We're sure they'll figure it out.