Thursday, June 18, 2009
I am on a serious French kick lately. I am loving everything frog, so I figured this week Monday Manmeat (yes I know its Thursday) would be on one of my favorite frenchies. Yoann “Lashes” Gourcuff.
He plays for Les Bleus, used to play for AC Milan went on loan to Bordeaux and is now staying there. They call him Le Petite Zizou. He is young has endless talent oh and likes to strip after games and run around in nothing but his undies. Bless him.
I am just going to let the pictures do the talking for the rest of the post as I will be too busy making dirty jokes about baguettes and giggling to myself.
Okay I do have to comment on this last picture. I am sure everyone has seen it a million times, but I mean my god can you ever get sick of it? It is perfection. I think this man was born to be in black and white. Not to mention the undone button on his jeans it is just beyond words.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Round One- The first two days
I missed most of the first day because I had some stuff to do, but I did catch most of Gilles Simon’s match. In every grand slam I usually pick my longshot I cheer for. I have been eying up Gilles for about a year now, and I really like this French cutie-pie’s playing style, I also have been turning into quite the francophile as of late (I blame Mr. Lashes) and I want to see this kid do well. He is 24 and from France, I like seeing hometown boys do well in tournaments in their country.
I have not seen Rafa play, but he won his first round match. Vamos my sexy little Spaniard. While I was not able to watch the match I have seen pictures, holy pastel colors Rafa! Looking good babe, but ditch the sleeves, your poor arm muscles look so constrained, let those babies breathe!
I was able to watch Roger this morning, he played well and one in straight sets. Roger was not playing his awe inspiring tennis, but it usually takes him a few rounds to really hit his magical stride. As much as I would like to see Rafa win the Grand Slam this year, I decided Rog is definitely my man in this tournament. I know it is a long shot, but I am still holding out to see the Swiss Maestro win at Roland Garros. I don’t know how to say GOOOO in Swiss-German so I am going with a good old fashion COME ON ROGER!!!
I also saw Andy Roddick’s match today. He was also playing quite well considering clay has never been his strongest surface. I will always have a soft spot for Andy Roddick, I mean got to cheer for the American boys and would like to see Andy do well this year.
There are some more matches tomorrow, I will hopefully be updating every few days and hopefully be able to watch a lot of the matches.
And some extra Federer pics because he is looking yummy!
All pictures from daylife.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I am also patiently awaiting my French love Mr. Lashes Gourcuff to appear in some sort of photo carrying one, preferably with a baguette sticking out of it.
Now that background is established, on to my dream. I was somewhere I think a coffee shop or bar or something like that chatting with a nice young man. He was debating on if he wanted to buy a carrying device that resembled a man-bag and I strongly advocated the purchase. Since my dreams are often fuzzy and I have a horribly memory I cannot remember the arguments I used to convince him, so I spent the past few days thinking of good reasons to carry a man-bag.
1. Where else are you going to put your things?
2. Some people may call you a “sissy” or “girly” for carrying one, but I think it is extra manly. I mean it takes a bit of a “I don’t give a flip, I know I am hot” or maybe a "I am super european" attitude to rock the man purse
3. I just really like purses of any sort.
I am sure there are many other reasons to carry a man-bag, and I will post them time to time. But for now I am going to say it with pride I FRICKIN’ LOVE MAN-BAGS, and the wonderful euro-trash men who carry them.
*Clarification: I don’t place Cristiano above San Iker or el Ramos on hottness, just fit better into the story. There are very few that come close to those two in my heart. Few if any can compare to Iker and his keeper gloves and armband with spain. And can never get enough of Ramos and his euro-trash man bag toting glory.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
In honor of the WCC tournament this weekend I figured I would share a story of Gonzaga cheering past that took place between me and a dear friend. It was the year after we graduated, and we were watching one of the best Zags season to date. A man known only in my heart as “the ‘stache” was taking the country by storm and things were looking like they were going to shape up to be our best tournament performance ever. Of course the season ended as it always does with me drunk and crying in some bar as I watch my team lose a game they never should have lost.
Anyways, as I was saying, a few years back I was talking with a friend while watching the zags play. During this season a player named J.P. Batista was one of our other top players. As watching the game and the bulky muscly Brazilian go up for a shot or rebound or some sort of basketball move and one of us made the comment “wow he is like man-meat.” At that moment one of my favorite words was born-- “manmeat”, and my fascination with male athletes really kicked into high gear. So from time to time I am sure I will be posting pictures and what not of my favorite hunks of manmeat, I think I may have already. Here are a few to start things off, because a little objectification never hurt anyone, right?
Fernando Gago (Real Madrid/Argentina): my favorite manmeat!
Camilo Villegas (golf): bendy manmeat
Yoann Gourcuff (Bourdeaux/France): bambi manmeat
Fabio Cannavaro (Real Madrid/Italy): finely aged Italian manmeat
I found all the pics on google or realmadrid.com, cannot remember original sources.
On a slightly related note: The lovely Fabio won fan favorite on Top Chef and I was reminded of a quote of his that I kind of live my life by. “Everything tastes better with an accent.”
