â¢ Up for a little family bonding, Paris Hilton stepped out for dinner with aunt Kyle Richards, star of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. The ladies hung out at Cleo, the restaurant inside L.A.'s Redbury Hotel, where Paris downed chilled shots of Jack Daniels in between Tweeting about her meal. Also there: Gretchen Rossi, of the Real Housewives of Orange County, who chatted up girlfriends nearby.
Until he lost his appeals and changed his tune, Floyd Landis pioneered the Jack Daniels defense. Another athlete, a former American track and field sprinter, insisted that his elevated levels of testosterone were the result of repeated intercourse, and copious amounts of beer, on the eve of the test.
With two races left, all eyes are focused on the two-man battle between Jimmie Johnson and Mark Martin for the Sprint Cup. But let's not forget that there are 41 other drivers and teams looking to end the season on a high note. Yes, holding up the year-end trophy is a beautiful thing, but those who can't still want to finish the year smiling, come Homestead.
You decide you're going to have some friends over to watch a little NASCAR. You hit the supermarket and buy some burgers, hot dogs and a 12-pack. You get home, fire up the grill, turn on the tube and let your dog out.
These are tough days at Richard Childress Racing. Last November at Texas, I met with Childress to discuss the state of the U.S. economy and its impact on NASCAR. Something that he said -- really, something that he kept hammering home -- during our conversation recently occurred to me while I was perusing the current standings (no RCR driver ranks higher than 15th).
The bulls come in shades of mean like Frank the Tank and Slammer, even a Chad Pennington-owned Get Ir Done. They snarl, they throw snot, they buck, and, last week, they did it in New York City as the Ford Tough rodeo series made a stop at Madison Square Garden.
In virtually every sport, the dreaded "sophomore slump" is an accepted rite of passage. Whether it's basketball or bocce, legend seems to dictate that athletes who have "rookie" removed from their title stumble and fall flat on their faces in their second year of play, done in by a combination of bad luck and poor performance.
Silliest thing I've heard since my last mailbag column is that the NFL's steroid and HGH testing program is in serious trouble because the league doesn't want to pay the testers as they would salaried employees. In other words, it would have to provide benefits, such as medical, retirement and clean straw to sleep on at night. Much cheaper to call them contracted help and pay them by the specimen.
Watching the quadruple-platinum rise of Gretchen Wilson's "Here for the Party" last year was as encouraging a cultural sign as those Dove ads showcasing undie-clad women with non-fashion-model-proportioned curves.