Who, What, When, Where, Why, Chris. These are the things that go in the lead. After wasting 45 seconds to read your putative column, I still have no idea why the putative athletes walked out. This might be excusable if your writing was any good, or you at least had a few pictures, but alas, neither of those ingredients were there either.
The lingerie football league is like Yoohoo. Remember Yoohoo? On the drawing board it's like the perfect kids' drink. It's two things you can't resist: chocolate and soda. And ... it sucks. Similarly, how can a sport that combines scantily clad women and football even theoretically be improved? [OK, there's the one obvious thing...] Anyway, no, just like Yoohoo, Lingerie Football actually combines two great things and produces one really craptastic result.
Glad to see that in Chris they've found the right man to cover that beat.
Easy now I love YooHoo. That is my one secret vice I still have. A cold YooHoo, and some chocolate chip cookies. MMmm, mmm.
Works for those of us who love chocolate milk, but can’t take the milk part.
They keep the stuff so darn expensive, there must be others of us out here.