It's Rex Manning Day

So, first I was gonna post and talk about how proud I am that my girl got nominated for an Emmy! Yay for my girl! And thanks to snowybaby for being the first person to be all, guess what! And then I was gonna talk about Southland being ignored, but like, other shows getting recognition (you know who you are). For real, Walton Goggins was robbed. Hell, even Treme got a nom for best directing in a drama (you think I'm being facetious but the Emmys *hate* David Simon, so even one nom is kind of shocking), but then I was like no. No, today we must not be bitter, because today, ladies and gentlemen is the second to last day of the World Cup.

Oh, wait. We're not supposed to be sad. And so, no, we must not be sad. We must rejoice that for the last month we have been continually blessed with the best examples of manhood on the planet. In fact, WaPo has an article, "Field of Dreamy", that sums up why I prefer football (soccer) players and football (soccer) as a sport over every other sport known to man (save special ops training, because that kind of is a sport all on its own, but we'll save that for another day).

"There's a nice balance between the prissy, girly-looking male models in the Abercrombie & Fitch ads and the really burly football/hockey player. . . . They are the perfect middle ground."

It's our evolutionary hard-wiring talking: The way their speed and dexterity hits us says, This man can chase down a mastodon. My children will eat for a month!

"It's the legs," says Daniel Nardicio, vice president of marketing at Playgirl and default man-body expert. "Regular men tend not to think enough about their legs. They think it's about getting big and puffed out on top . . . then have these skinny little legs. Pfft."

In short? FOOTBALL. And so, I will now prepare for the closing of my favorite time of every four years (::sob::) and in a few hours I will say good-bye to my favorite piece of hotass discovered this year: Mesut Ozil, Germany.

And yes, I can hear you saying, "Really, hackthis? He's kinda wonky looking." To which I reply, "He's like the bastard love child of James McAvoy and SNAFU from The Pacific (which really was a dreadful miniseries. Emmy voters, is your failboat called the Titanic?). But he's got talent and spunk and I adore him and he's got legs like a motherfucking race horse."

Same goes for you Team USA. You can be kinda wonky looking, but you've got talent and spunk and legs like fucking race horses. Clint Dempsey, will you and Carlos Bocanegra and Benny Feilhaber get naked for me?

And then I come to you and ask: World Cup viewers of mine: who is your favorite World Cup hottie? Bring me photo graphic evidence. Here. I will start.

Sekrit aside to fantasticpants: I saw the movie. Wait for Netflix. (ETA: vague Predators spoilers in comments)

Other sekrit aside to those Lambert fans, If you don't get "Whadaya Want From Me?" out of my head immediately I'm sending my ninjas after you.