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Seeing one celebrity at the gym is always cause for minor celebration. Seeing two is even better. And seeing both of them making out with each other just elevates the entire scene. That's precisely what happened today as my boring old fitness routine was interrupted by the presence of acclaimed footballer Reggie Bush and his amateur videographer girlfriend, Kim Kardashian. Oh, the celebrity spotting gods were surely looking down on me today.

Here's what happened...

I know this is like a day old, but man, it's too funny to ignore. It really is a stellar week for American divas on Asian TV.

Today is opening day for baseball, and in honor of this momentous event, I've not only published an extremely generic and clichéd blog headline, but I've also compiled some photos from Friday night when I went to a Dodgers vs. Red Sox exhibition game here in Los Angeles. Spearheading this trip was my friend IndianJones, who got tickets for me, J-Unit, and our friend Dan. I wouldn't say that baseball is my favorite sport, but going to the stadium is always fun, and as I'm once again embroiled in a fantasy baseball league, it couldn't hurt to watch a game here and there. (Oddly enough, even though I'm fairly apathetic about baseball, I've actually won my league twice in the past four years. Crossing my fingers for the dynasty in 2008...)

Anyway, assorted pics from the night after the jump.

I rarely, if ever, watch college hoops; so when I inevitably tank in my brackets every year, it's hardly a surprise. This March Madness has been no different, but at least this time around, I can take minor pride in predicting two of the upsets from this afternoon: San Diego and Western Kentucky. Woohoo! I may wind up in last place, but I'll always have this moment. Always.

(Of course, in my other bracket, I picked Connecticut to go to the Final Four. Blast!)

From the Boston Globe's homepage.

Congrats to my home state's New York Giants. They were fantastic. The Pats deserve credit for a great season, but well, it was excellent watching them lose. Woohoo!

And in the spirit of good sportsmanship, be sure to offer your New England friends a free Starbucks or something. Yeah, they're obnoxious all year round, but hey, they have feelings too. Just whatever you do, don't buy them THIS.

What did you think about the game? Best Super Bowl ever? (Yes)

With yesterday's double-header of football playoff goodness dominating the day's activities, my friends and I (the Lametourage) headed down to famed Los Angeles sports bar Barney's Beanery to take in the first game of the day, Patriots vs. Chargers. Everyone was excited for one reason or another, but no one seemed to be as emotionally invested as IndianJones, a die-hard Patriots fan (groan) if there ever was one. However, with Tom Brady playing subpar ball, there was a glimmer of hope that San Diego might pull off an upset, and as a result, IndianJones was utterly distraught, his emotions swinging wildly from pure joy to unbridled anxiety and back again. It was simply too funny to ignore; so I took pictures of him throughout the game to properly document the glorious cornucopia of expressions a typical football fan goes through over the course of a single playoff contest.

Unfortunately, IndianJones actually has a legitimate career, and while this blog is benign, he still feels it prudent that his face be blurred out. So, behold my photo essay — adjusted for appropriate privacy settings...

In a tragic turn of events, The Bad Newz Kennel's reign came to a sudden and tragic end yesterday.  No, I'm not talking about Michael Vick's after-hours canine jamboree.  I'm talking about my Fantasy Football team, which had persevered through a frustratingly streaky second-half of the year to somehow wind up in first place going into the fantasy playoffs.  Alas, thanks to Dallas Clark and Chad Johnson's underwhelming performances, my team came up six points short, forcing me to lose to the eighth seed.  THE EIGHTH SEED!!!  Thus, I have been unceremoniously booted from the playoffs like an unwanted vagabond, effectively ending what had appeared to be my most promising shot at the fantasy football crown ever.  I will now be entering a period of mourning, which will then be followed by self-pitying, and subsequently a forty-five minute block of general lamentation.