Nobody Told Me Florida GC Coach Andy Enfield’s Wife Was A Smoke…

DailyMail: Florida Gulf Coast basketball coach Andy Enfield took to court with his wife and family for his team’s final practice before their historic NCAA tournament match-up tonight. The underdog college shocked the nation earlier this week when they became the first 15th seed to the advance to the Sweet Sixteen stage of the tournament. And Enfield and his wife Amanda- who gave up a modelling career where she starred in ad campaigns for Victoria’s Secret, Armani and Chanel- have taken the media by storm. She was seen holding their son Marcum, whose name is her maiden name, while they watch ‘dad’ at work with his team in the Cowboys stadium in Arlington, Texas. The relatively unknown team will face off their in-state rivals of Florida State University on Friday, which will determine whether they last one more round in the annual tournament. Amanda, 34, says that she has ‘mixed emotions’ about the new wave of attention that she has been granted in light of her husband’s success on the court, but because she already had her brush with modelling fame at an early age, she seems reluctant to pursue a second round. ‘I never expected this. I’m flattered, and I think it’s great, but it’s also kind of crazy to me,’ she said in an interview with USA Today. ‘I guess it’s kind of cool but it’s still a bit surreal to me. ‘I just don’t think I should be the focus at all. The team is the biggest story. The best part is seeing Andy and the players have their dreams actually come true. They are so happy.’


Isn’t it funny the way people get discovered. Like Brent Musbuger is responsible for Katherine Webb’s diving into a pool right now by making a couple of pervy old man comments, Kim Kardashian is famous for getting stabbed by a black dick on camera, and Jenn Sterger got choad pics from Brett Farve after a camera found her in a crowd at a Florida State Seminoles game. Well welcome (or welcome back) to the scene Amanda Marcum! Popped out 3 kids at age 34 and still looks like she could do modeling spreads in the sand of the Caribbean. Not sure how this stooge with the David Letterman gap reeled that in but then again it’s Florida and finding a financially stable male under the age of 65 must be tough. Now someone toss the big dollars at Mrs. Enfield and let’s see if she’s still got it!

Are The March Madness Uniforms Bad Enough To Make You Not Want To Watch This Year?


That Bear Cat print looks like something straight out of Scarface. Not sure who spearheaded this operation but I hope them and their boss got fired. As much as I complain about what the uniforms look like, I’ll still be watching the 12pm game on my computer, constantly looking over my shoulder to make sure no one at work notices. What else am I suppose to watch in the month of March?

Just Making Sure Everyone Saw Joe Johnson Make Paul Pierce Look Crippled Last Night


Not a huge basketball fan…actually could care less about the sport but when I see shit like this go on in the NBA, it’s definitely worthy of a post. Paul Pierce looked like he’s turning 66-years old when he reached in on that Joe Johnson dribble. I feel like putting a dude on his ass like that plus making the shot is equivalent to a running back trucking a DB in the secondary for a TD, a hockey player dangling the shit out of a goalie, an outfielder robbing a hitter of a homerun, or a golfer eagle-ling a par 5. You get the idea. Hey Paul, here’s a rag. Wipe JJ’s splooge from your face!

Royce White Turned Out To Be A Great Gamble For The Houston Rockets, Huh?

ESPN: The Rockets intend to fine rookie Royce White for every day he remains away from the team or does not attend sessions with a therapist arranged by the team, according to a report by the Houston Chronicle. White, the 16th pick in June’s draft, has remained absent from the team in a dispute over how the Rockets are helping him confront his anxiety disorder. Rockets owner Leslie Alexander on Tuesday said that there were “internal repercussions” for White missing practices and games. The Rockets have arranged for White to be treated by Dr. Aaron Fink of Baylor College of Medicine, but White has not attended those sessions, according to the Chronicle. White reportedly has expressed concerns to Fink that the problem between himself and the Rockets is about “support” rather than anxiety. “In hindsight, perhaps it was not a good idea to be open and honest about my anxiety disorder — due to the current situations at hand that involve the nature of actions from the Houston Rockets,” White said in a statement released by his publicist Tuesday night. “As a rookie, I want to settle into a team and make progress, but since [the] preseason, the Rockets have been inconsistent with their agreement to proactively create a healthy and successful relationship.” The 6-foot-8 White made a deal with the team to travel by bus to some games this season, so he could confront his fear of flying and obsessive compulsive disorder over the long term. He flew with the team to its season opener in Detroit, then traveled by bus to games at Atlanta and Memphis. White, who has yet to play in a game, did not attend Monday’s game against Miami, Tuesday’s practice or Wednesday’s game with New Orleans. He says on his Twitter account that the Rockets have been “inconsistent” in helping him. The Rockets have no plans to trade or release White, according to the Chronicle.


And this folks, is exactly why you don’t take a chance on an OCD, anxiety-filled first round draft pick. Royce White couldn’t even sit with his own family during the draft and has heart palpitations at just the thought of getting on a plane. But let’s take a chance on him and maybe all of that will go away by the time the season starts. Nope. And it’s only going to get worse. If all this negative media attention doesn’t put Royce in a coma, he at least will have a complete meltdown if he hasn’t already. Hey Royce, you think anyone LIKES flying?! Do what the rest of us do; chase a couple Xanax with a stiff drink and get to where you need to go. And as for the Rockets, you knew what you were getting yourselves into when you picked the guy who was curled up in the corner of a dark closet watching the draft. You took a gamble and you lost…on to the next!