I consider myself fairly “aware” in terms of the sports blogosphere. Meaning there aren’t a whole lot of big stories that have made their way around the Interwebs and completely missed me (without my expressed written consent). And when it comes to sideline temptresses and attractive women in the booth, you’ve got to be under a rock as a sports blogger not to have heard and been inundated with info on the latest and hottest. You can argue their relative “credentials,” but if you’re in this biz and have missed Erin Andrew’s sandwich moment or missed murmurs about Heidi Watney’s stock rising up New England you might as well just shut it down and go back underground, right?
So, it’s with utter self-disappointment that I report I was completely unfamiliar with one Carrie Milbank. This is completely unacceptable, and I considered such drastic measures as revoking my own blogging privileges following such an oversight. Instead, I took another route, scouring the Internet to make sure I was completely informed. I felt it was my responsibility. Heck, it was my duty. While my ignorance was inexcusable, at least now my extensive research has begun to partly make up for such a monumental snafu. Special thanks to YouTube (below) and this comprhensive photo gallery from Gunaxin, as both proved to be outstanding references.
I, of course, also extend my sincere apologies to Mrs. Milbank. You deserved more respect from this blogger.
About the Author: Cecilio's Scribe is the founder of The Legend of Cecilio Guante and a generally pessimistic fan of the Mets, Jets, Knicks and Rangers. A fine NYC-based gentlemen who hones his marketing skills as his primary trade by day. Husband, chef, father of a newborn and after-hours blogger by night. Proud alum of the mighty Big Red of Cornell. University. Hot sauce devotee. Staunch protester of the continued wussifcation of American sports. Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick.
Ummm, Go Wings?
she graduated Cum Laude
why as a matter-of-fact, she did. go UWF Argonauts!