Some fun sports things I thought about blogging on. The Lakers getting revenge against the Celts on Christmas day. It reminded me of being in high school, and watching all those Magic Johnson led Lakers teams (on a side note: that would be a great porn name, Magic Johnson)...up against Larry Birds ugly Celtics (side note: no Celtic ever had a good porn name).

There's stuff on the big Chargers/Broncos game Sunday night. Not just because the winner goes to the playoffs and the losers are done. But the fact that the referee gave Denver the win earlier in the season. Otherwise, this game wouldn't matter.

There was Giants receiver Plaxico Burress having his house raided, and other firearms being taken.

But it was the Lance Armstrong story that seemed like the one I'd get the most mileage out of.

You all know the story...he had testicular cancer, spread to his lungs and brain, had a 50% chance of survival. He survived, and went on to win multiple Tour de France races.

He only has one testicle, and his ex-wife had three children from his frozen sperm, via in vitro fertilization.

And...it seems after his fame winning the Tours, Sir Lance liked women a lot. He would be seen with lots of actresses and female musicians. I think he was engaged two different times (once to Sheryl Crowe, who strikes me as an odd person; she was devistated that Eric Clapton cheated on her, when he was known in the music industry as one of the biggest womanizers; hell, he slept with his best friends [george harrison] wife and wrote a song about her (Layla).

And she seemed upset that Lance dropped her for another hottie. He's even been seen with one of the Olsen girls. I can't figure that one out for the life of me.

Well, I don't know what his current girlfriends name is, but she's pregnant.

And, Lance had announced a few weeks ago, that he'd come out of retirement and race another Tour de France.

Since he has three children to raise, and another on the way...maybe he should think about retiring his dating life and settle down.