It may come as a surprise - nay, a shock - that I am a sports writer. Those that know me at all, know that I am far more interested in purses than pass interference and would rather concern myself with shoes than shooting percentages. I attend sporting events for the hot dogs and I'll only pay attention if attractive men, preferably in tight pants, are involved.
My feelings about sports are inexcusable, I'm sure, to those reading this column. It's the sports page, what am I doing on it? Now, before judging me, it is important to understand one thing. I am not the one who rejected sports. Sports rejected me.
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2008 Woodie Awards
