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Marisa Miller Is Your ‘08 SI Cover Girl
By Chris Mottram | February 12, 2008
In a shocking move, Sports Illustrated has decided to go with a skinny white girl for the cover of its swimsuit issue. Marisa Miller is that lucky white girl. I’m vaguely familiar with that name, and yeah, she looks pretty attractive. But if she’s not your speed, there is much more soft-core to check out today on SI.com.
An itemized list of the highlights just to expedite your fantasy filing:
- 12 NFL Cheerleaders are featured, including one from the Redskins.
- Bodypainting is back because, well, that’s as close to fully nude as they get.
- There is a really odd 21-photo gallery of Will Ferrell and Heidi Klum. He looks stunning, although she looks a little pasty.
- There are four athletes’ wives galleries featuring the smokin’ hot significant others of Johnny Damon, Jeff Gordon, Carmelo Anothony (note: not so “smokin’”) and Jeff Garcia.
- Danica Patrick is not hot.
So that should take you right up to about lunchtime. Enjoy.
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7 Responses to “Marisa Miller Is Your ‘08 SI Cover Girl”
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February 12th, 2008 at 10:42 am
In Danica’s defense, she does look attainable.
February 12th, 2008 at 10:50 am
Are you off your freakin’ rocker? Don’t let the ones with rollers fool you, homey. La La is certainly mentionable.
February 12th, 2008 at 12:00 pm
I put this in the last post, but the save five dollars on the shirts is expired.
February 12th, 2008 at 12:34 pm
Danica…I’d hit it.
February 12th, 2008 at 1:49 pm
WTF is Sports Illustrated doing putting photos like this:http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/features/2008_swimsuit/athleteswives/la-la-vazquez/08_la-la-vazquez_12.html, anywhere in accordance with the Suimsuit issue. What an anti-boner.
February 12th, 2008 at 2:03 pm
Easy now, DCGiggs, that’s SVP’s girl you’re talkin’ bout.
February 12th, 2008 at 2:46 pm
I’ve never seen a hot data analyst… until now.
Too bad girls named Anabel are crazy, at least all the ones I’ve met, and by that I mean, the one I’ve met. An ex. And I mean, like, mis-matched socks, laugh-and-cry-at-the-same-time, fart-in-front-of-my-parents crazy.