That's just wrong. Shawn Kemp's former sidekick Vincent Askew was busted this week for allegedly making sexy time with a high-school girl. Something we don't condone in any way, but we totally understand.

We stumbled upon a re-enactment of the arrest. The part of Askew is expertly played by a 49-year-old baked goods connoisseur, who just happens to be a recently released sex offender. What. No way. (probably NSFW)

Labels: dead sexy, Seattle Supersonics, Vincent Askew

This just in from the World of Mighty Science: We are both sexy and opinionated. Of course, the "sexy" part isn't news to me, simply validation of what that beautiful man in the mirror tells me morning after morning. Besides, who am I to argue with Science?

Here's the new Blogdome Atlas posted by Tom Ziller at BallHype:


It's interesting to note that we're roughly the opposite of Deadspin -- for whom I also write -- since Deadspin is rated as more informative and staid. So, hey, I get to be the best of everything. Damn, I rock.

[Hat tip: TrueHoop.]

Labels: Basketbawful, dead sexy, opinionated

This is the cover of the January 15, 1975 edition of Sports Illustrated, featuring none other than Paul Douglas Collins, who at the time was considered one of the best college basketball players in the country. His speed and ball-handling abilities earned him nicknames like The Torpedo Man, The Benton Blur (he played high school ball in Benton, Illinois), and Doug the Jet, and his scoring prowess caused SI to say that "...he may turn out to be Jerry West all over again...."

Doug's pro career didn't quite match that of The Logo's -- okay, it never even came close -- and he eventually went on to become a head coach who cried a lot and, as Wikipedia puts it, "is best known as being the coach who could not win an NBA title with Michael Jordan in his prime." But thanks to Sports Illustrated picture editor George J. Bloodgood, Doug gave the world enough dead sexy to fuel our national libido forever.

Labels: dead sexy, Doug Collins, Sports Illustrated