It’s official: Tom Brady the Derek Jeter of football. Not because he’s a proven winner, a clutch player or a Hall of Famer– but because the man consistently hooks up with the most beautiful women on the planet. After recently breaking up with Bridget Moynahan, Brady has apparently found himself a nice little rebound. A nice little rebound named Gisele Bundchen. According to the Boston Herald:
â€œShe was standing outside the locker room, just kind of leaning against the wall,â€ said our spy in the bowels of QualComm Stadium. â€œNo one noticed her, she was dressed like a high-school kid, just in jeans and a T-shirt. But she is gorgeous.â€
So basically what they’re saying is that upsetting a 14-2 team by scoring 11 unanswered points in the final five minutes and advancing to the AFC Championship game wasn’t even the highlight of Tom Brady’s DAY.
That’s so not fair.
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Itâ€™s Best Night Ever for Monday, January 15th! Brian Faas is here to walk you through the best moments of Monday night TV, including: the second half of 24, the Golden Globes and a special thanks to the Ryan Seacrest on the red carpet for E!
If you’re reading this blog, chances are you have at least a passing interest in tonight’s big Hollywood back-scratching orgy otherwise known as The Golden Globes (don’t forget to make catty comments along with our own Michelle Collins, who will be live-blogging all night). It’s the entertainment industry’s big chance to bestow Academy Award consolation prizes upon the money-making stars not yet ready for their Oscar, and simultaneously shine some more publicity onto their product in an Awards Show that doesn’t really matter (though the Oscars don’t really matter anymore either). Anyway, as who wins what will likely be forgotten by lunchtime tomorrow, we’re going to skip predicting tonight’s future shiny statuette owners, and instead focus our speculation on the only thing that makes the show worth watching: the silly and stereotypical things that will probably happen. Congratulations to all the winners, losers and those of you who are both.
Best Awkward and/or Inappropriate Red Carpet Moment: A tough call this year as Joan Rivers’ long-running supremacy of mind-blowing absurdity has been waning on account of her old age (she actually seems to become LESS senile with each passing year) and Isaac Mizrahi’s committment to unparalleled flaming flamboyance. The smart money is on Isaac trying outdo his own molestation of Scarlett Johansson, but who knows whether some hungry rookie from E! might make a bizarre grab for the honors?
Best Visible Annoyance By An Actor On the Red Carpet: Will undoubtedly be Sascha Baron Cohen, forced to listen to yet another “Niiiiiice” Borat impression, this time by Billy Bush or somebody.
We’ve been careful when talking about our favorite daytime soap opera character Zarf. Since we’re sensitive towards the transgendered, the emotionally confused and the bad actors of the world, we didn’t want to come right out and call Zarf a “freak.” But now, after watching this clip and hearing her say it, I think it’s okay. Let the freaks fly. Freak.
Wonkette brings us the latest incident in the increasingly frequent “Barack Obama ‘mistakenly’ associated with evil on TV” phenomenon. Last time it was the obvious “Obama/Osama” blunder, but this time a local Fox News affiliate pulls something even more brazen: slipping the presidential hopeful’s picture into a story on a…wait for it…sex offender! Be sure to pay close attention to the news leading up to the ’08 elections, as you will surely learn more questionable Obama trivia such as his pre-birth support of the Nazi party, hand in American slavery and key role in the crucifixion of Jesus.
Man, keeping up with The Days Of Anna Nicole Smith’s Lives is sort of like watching the saddest E! True Hollywood Story ever, as it’s actually happening, helpless to do or say anything about the shameful display unfolding before you. Anna Nicole’s latest assault on our essential faith in humanity comes from The Scoop, who is reporting that she and her evil lawyer/husband/sidekick Howard K. Stern are peddling pictures of her infant daughter – who the courts have yet to determine the actual father of – to the highest-bidding tabloids in an attempt to purchase a home in the Bahamas, where people are apparently less apt to judge those who cynically use their children as currency. Larry Birkhead, the tabloid photographer (in itself an irony I’ve never quite been able to fathom) who claims to be child’s actual father is, as usual, outraged and disgusted. This story – which I somehow feel like I’ve read before – once again reaffirms my long-held belief that since we’re so clearly obsessed with seeing the innocent offspring of the famous (or in this case, the famously grotesque), the time is RIPE for a new Hollywood sub-industry of high-powered celebrity baby picture brokers. Within ten years, the town is sure to be crawling with sleazy agents like Ari from Entourage, doing lucrative deals with FetUs Weekly, a Sidekick in one hand and a blankie in the other.