I have no good reason for posting this video other than a friend of mine just sent it to me, and it never seems to lose its entertainment value. Actually I do have a good reason: I want to present some evidence in defense of Broadway Joe. Some evidence that proves Prime Time Namath was once capable of bedding women far comelier than Suzy Kolber. The evidence is here, courtesy of Modern Drunkard: "To dodge his friskier female fans, Joe took to visiting different bars on different nights. One he liked was the Phone Booth, but word soon got around that he could be found there and the bar turned into a sea of girls with eyes for no one but Broadway Joe. Some literally spent hours at a time there, laying in wait, ready to pounce at the first sign of their beloved quarterback. On one of his last visits, he arrived late with a couple of friends, happy to find the place mostly empty. Of the girls present, a pair caught his eye but they were sitting with two men. Joe decided to take a shot anyway, and when one of the pair looked in his direction he turned on his high-voltage smile and gave her a nod. A moment later the girls had ditched their fellas and joined Joe and his pals for an all-night party at his penthouse. The men they ditched were Keith Richards and Mick Jagger."

An offshoot of the uber-popular Lingerie Bowl halftime show that's appeared during Super Bowls past, there's now a fledgling league of extraordinary women who will play tackle football against one another in their underwear. Tryouts for the Seattle team, the Mist, are this Friday at Greenlake, although official league play won't start for another year and games will be played indoors, ala arena football. Then there will be a party on Saturday night at Venom, where the public an meet the lucky 12 in "full uniform" (read: in their undies). Fully-clothed details after the jump. It'll be really interesting to see how this goes over in Seattle.

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Yesterday's preliminaries to the Kent and Allen Wiener Dog Races tonight at Emerald Downs brought out every wiener dog in the Seattle area.  Before the race even Greta (here shown with her owner) a practiced runner, was showing signs of anxiousness.   

 

 As the final heat is called by the official Emerald Downs track trumpeter, the final ten weeneys of the day receive pep talks from one half of their racing teams. Greta, Hershey, Olive, Reggie, Cleo, Lucy, Zeuss, Pepper, Rooney, and Ted, all have their eyes on the prize, but only the top two will be allowed to compete in the Wiener dog races at Emerald Downs. 

From the other side of the track, the second half of these doggies teams hold their favorite items, calling, luring, begging, pleading their wieners across the finish line. Notice the woman in yellow and blue, gripping a not-so-normal doggie treat: a slice of American Cheese.  

Finally, the hounds are released! Hershey seems to have an early lead but there is still plenty of time for the true winner to be revealed.   

Pepper, the speckled hound in the middle, races towards his cheesy, plasticy, prize, as he longs to reach it, he is flying, his legs don't even touch the ground.

Finally they cross! And the winner's are announced. First place is Pepper, and Second is Reggie, (running for his favorite frisbee).   

Proud owners and winners receive trophies big enough to crush them and a resounding round of applause. Many dogs entered, but these two showed who the true wieners were.