Had a day off from 105.3 The Fan Wednesday (thank you, Texas Rangers) so - in between writing a Dallas Cowboys-centric Observer cover story that will hit stands September 2 - I caught up on some Tivo.
Daily Show = Good.
Entourage = Better.
True Blood: More better.
Family Guy = Best.
Then I remembered, "Oh yeah, the young, naked hotties!"
Watched the first four or so episodes of Girls Gone Wild: The Search for the Hottest Girl in America on Mark Cuban's HDNet and was appropriately titillated. (It's not girls behind "Wow!" pop-ups like the commercials, but girls totally exposed.) But then I got busy with work and the flashed breasts sorta started running together and looking the same and ... (Wow, did I just write that out loud?)
So I fast-forwarded to the grand finale episode, where cheesy-ish GGW found Joe Francis awarded not a rose, but - far as I could tell - a sash, a T-shirt and a promise for the winner to be nothing more than famous.
My research suggests that there were much hotter candidates - you can see better nightly during timeouts of Mavs' games at AAC - but somehow this girl from New Orleans won the whole shebang.
Meh.