WAG Wednesday: Jennifer Walcott
July 23rd, 2008 by NextRound
WAG goodness to get you through the afternoon…

More of the Playboy model and Adam Archuletta’s fiancee after the jump.
WAG goodness to get you through the afternoon…

More of the Playboy model and Adam Archuletta’s fiancee after the jump.

Anna Rawson is the new biscuit on the LPGA tour. Interestingly enough, she’s also one of the few biscuits on the LPGA tour. She recently did an interview with Oob Golf (via Hot Clicks) and discussed her love for college football, the Korean clique on tour, hiring her hot college roommate to be her caddy, and whether she’d prefer to win an LPGA tournament or make the cover of the SI swimsuit issue.
Did we mention she’s also Australian and part-times as a model? Yeah, we pretty much love her. We’d definitely be willing to not cheat on her for at least a month.
Anna’s Hump Day Bio
Age: 26.
Figure: Athletic, bendy.
Yesterday news broke that Tim Tebow — citing his Christian values — refused to be part of the Playboy All-American team. We’re pretty sure a lifetime subscription to Cyber Girls doesn’t come with being named to the squad, but whatever, Tebow’s awesome, who are we to judge? Especially when he prefers to meet ladies with gifted front courts all on his own.
The one thing we do know is that just about every other quarterback in college football — merit aside — would have had no problem accepting the honor, especially these guys…
Mark Sanchez, USC. Any dude willing to wear this shirt and let another guy give him the Brokeback stare is open-minded enough to handle Playboy.

Chris Turner, Maryland. His dad was the drummer for Ratt. Ratt! That means his mom probably already has some connection to Playboy.


Today’s edition of what’s not lame around the world wide web:
We don’t catch much Jimmy Kimmel ever since we kicked that habit of staying up for late night Cinemax, so we’ve just come across this unnecessary censorship segment. Needless to say it had us laughing…
Some of that shit Grover pulled will get you locked up for a night in several states. That’s what we’ve heard anyway.
The hottest chick that has ever had anything to do with Star Trek to get you through the afternoon…

More of Jolene after the jump.

Yesterday we mentioned Carson Palmer’s recent comments on a Los Angeles radio show with regards to his dislike for all things Ohio State. In under thirty seconds Palmer managed to trash the Buckeye program, their fans, Jim Tressel, sweater vests, and the ‘Shoe. It was pretty spectacular.
I found his sentiments especially awesome, not because I hate Ohio State fans (I only marginally dislike the few I know), but because Carson has brought to light a dilemma that far too many of us deal with on a day-to-day basis. I’ve coined it The Carson Palmer Predicament. It takes place when you live in an area of the country that rabidly supports a certain college football program that is not the college football program you support. It’s a tortuous existence that sucks the life out of too many good men.
I — for example — live in Atlanta. Dawg Country. And while I had nothing but indifference towards Georgia fans prior to living in Georgia, today I debate stabbing one on a weekly basis. Why? Because they’re everywhere. And they have safety in numbers, which means the societal checks and balances that normally prevent overabundant arrogance no longer applies in this homogeneous environment. People with moronic opinions are way too comfortable in sharing them. It makes things like the newspaper and sports radio constant points of irritation for the few of us who support anyone outside of the local team. It’s kind of like being part of a rebel faction where you can only speak freely in the company of other rebels.
Ever been minding your own business inside a coffee shop, sipping from your favorite mug, skimming through the day’s paper…and then get plowed into by oncoming traffic?
Yeah, it’s kind of one those things where you haven’t lived until you’ve experienced it.
Anyone else feel like it might have been the gooks coming back for Kenneth? And what’s the point of paying insurance premiums if we can’t get him reimbursed for his cigarettes?
In unrelated news, Maske is pretty sure he is related to this guy.
We often learn about a certain actor signing on for a certain part and immediately decide it’s a bit of a stretch. Most of the time we’re right. But on occasion questionable castings turn out to be awesome. Here are eight examples of just that.
Matt Damon as Jason Bourne. In 2002 the majority of reactions to The Bourne Identity trailer were some version of, “Really? Matt Damon?” No one had an issue with Matt Damon the actor, but there were a lot of questions about Matt Damon the action star. Namely, could he kick our ass? Little did anyone know all three Bourne movies would rock our collective faces and make us totally forget The Talented Mr. Ripley ever happened.

Robert Downey Jr. as Iron Man. Casting an aging drug addict who recently finished a stint on Ally McBeal as the billionaire womanizing superhero for a summer blockbuster seemed unorthodox even to us. But then RDJ brought the awesome and MADE Iron Man the movie that it is.


Today’s edition of what’s not lame around the world wide web:







