Hottest women in the world -- USA Women's National Team !!!
Book Guy
I write it like I mean it, but mostly they just want my money.
I have to admit it. I love the soccer ladies.
If any of you missed the amazing come-back victory over Brazil this morning, I'm sorry you haven't clued in yet. Clued in to soccer, and clued in to women's soccer. And clued in to the USA's national women's team. What a bunch of hotties!
Football is, of course, the world's game, so it's one of the few arenas where our nation competes with our peer nations on a peer level. I'm very proud that we've gotten, over the last two decades, our men's team up to "passable" standards, such that we regularly finish in the top 32 or top 16 of the world; finishing higher at major tournaments or in the world rankings, for the USA men's team, would be an extreme feat, given that our expenditure of resources and our population's interests are not focused on soccer as much as they are in other nations. But to finish lower, as we did for 50 years of the modern era, despite our competitively high (superior!) levels of education, population, wealth, interest in professional sport, was just plain EMBARRASSING. I'm glad the men are up where we are, and I'd love for the men to do even better, but I don't EXPECT them to. I do think it's reasonable to expect the men to stay in the top 30.
But the women? We're the land of women's sports. We have more professional and semi-professional and "educational" female sports participants per capita than anywhere except the English-speaking antipodes. And we CREATED the Women's World Cup. (Remember that jog-bra?) So it's our birth-right, our national pride.
And they're hot. I mean, really, they're extremely good-looking women. Some of them have the ol' "butter-face" but every one of them is in the 30-and-under age-group, and physically fit as heck. On TV during a game they look sometimes butch; but that's just because they lack the make-up and the slinky outfit that you're used to. Dress up the most masculine of them in an evening gown and you'd be happy to get a lap dance from 'em.
Which brings me to strippers. Yes, lap-dances were on my mind this evening. I had the ultimate pleasure of revisiting the first portion of the Miracle In Dresden this evening while I was at a French Quarter strip club this evening. I kept getting distracted by the hot women. I'd look over at the stage, there'd be some chick twisting and turning and all feminine, but upon the TV there were HOT WOMEN playing soccer against Brazil. I gave up and came back home. The US striker Abby Wambach has about ten minutes until she nets that that amazing 122nd minute equalizer, as I type this. (If I spooge on the keyboard, forgive me. They're HOT.)
So there I was at Penthouse. And strippers of course came by to visit. Wanted my money, funny that, no? The hot stripper from Texas, with her amazing poochie-outie tits and poochie-outie ass and perfect smooth skin, she bugged me because she said that female athletes look like men. The hot stripper stripper from the Eastern Bloc, with her pouty little accent and perfect little tits, the one I'd enjoyed many a squeeze and fondle with upstairs for quite the price, she bugged me because she said that Brazil was all "nay-groes and meext peoples" and surprised me with this novel intolerance of non-Caucasian races which I had never encountered in her before.
About then, in a commercial break, clips from past glories rolled by. I pointed out to my latest lap-sitter, as The Penalty Celebration unfolded, how Brandy Chastain removed her jog bra. Yes, you remember that episode. "See, even soccer players can be strippers" I quipped. (Bill Clinton seemed to approve. I had forgotten that.) The hot stripper from Michigan sitting on my lap, with her white white goth skin and her green eyeshadow and her kinky smile bugged me, because she said those women were ugly. There on the screen: Brandy Chastain in a jog bra, then a shot from this year's tournament of Hope Solo, then Tisha Venturini from 1999, then half the 2011 Swedish starting line-up, then Mia Hamm in her super-cute phase, then that amazing Krieger girl ... and the stripper kept saying how ugly they were, and "buy me a drink? Wanna dance?"
I cam ehome. Here comes the goal. Better than porn, man.
If any of you missed the amazing come-back victory over Brazil this morning, I'm sorry you haven't clued in yet. Clued in to soccer, and clued in to women's soccer. And clued in to the USA's national women's team. What a bunch of hotties!
Football is, of course, the world's game, so it's one of the few arenas where our nation competes with our peer nations on a peer level. I'm very proud that we've gotten, over the last two decades, our men's team up to "passable" standards, such that we regularly finish in the top 32 or top 16 of the world; finishing higher at major tournaments or in the world rankings, for the USA men's team, would be an extreme feat, given that our expenditure of resources and our population's interests are not focused on soccer as much as they are in other nations. But to finish lower, as we did for 50 years of the modern era, despite our competitively high (superior!) levels of education, population, wealth, interest in professional sport, was just plain EMBARRASSING. I'm glad the men are up where we are, and I'd love for the men to do even better, but I don't EXPECT them to. I do think it's reasonable to expect the men to stay in the top 30.
But the women? We're the land of women's sports. We have more professional and semi-professional and "educational" female sports participants per capita than anywhere except the English-speaking antipodes. And we CREATED the Women's World Cup. (Remember that jog-bra?) So it's our birth-right, our national pride.
And they're hot. I mean, really, they're extremely good-looking women. Some of them have the ol' "butter-face" but every one of them is in the 30-and-under age-group, and physically fit as heck. On TV during a game they look sometimes butch; but that's just because they lack the make-up and the slinky outfit that you're used to. Dress up the most masculine of them in an evening gown and you'd be happy to get a lap dance from 'em.
Which brings me to strippers. Yes, lap-dances were on my mind this evening. I had the ultimate pleasure of revisiting the first portion of the Miracle In Dresden this evening while I was at a French Quarter strip club this evening. I kept getting distracted by the hot women. I'd look over at the stage, there'd be some chick twisting and turning and all feminine, but upon the TV there were HOT WOMEN playing soccer against Brazil. I gave up and came back home. The US striker Abby Wambach has about ten minutes until she nets that that amazing 122nd minute equalizer, as I type this. (If I spooge on the keyboard, forgive me. They're HOT.)
So there I was at Penthouse. And strippers of course came by to visit. Wanted my money, funny that, no? The hot stripper from Texas, with her amazing poochie-outie tits and poochie-outie ass and perfect smooth skin, she bugged me because she said that female athletes look like men. The hot stripper stripper from the Eastern Bloc, with her pouty little accent and perfect little tits, the one I'd enjoyed many a squeeze and fondle with upstairs for quite the price, she bugged me because she said that Brazil was all "nay-groes and meext peoples" and surprised me with this novel intolerance of non-Caucasian races which I had never encountered in her before.
About then, in a commercial break, clips from past glories rolled by. I pointed out to my latest lap-sitter, as The Penalty Celebration unfolded, how Brandy Chastain removed her jog bra. Yes, you remember that episode. "See, even soccer players can be strippers" I quipped. (Bill Clinton seemed to approve. I had forgotten that.) The hot stripper from Michigan sitting on my lap, with her white white goth skin and her green eyeshadow and her kinky smile bugged me, because she said those women were ugly. There on the screen: Brandy Chastain in a jog bra, then a shot from this year's tournament of Hope Solo, then Tisha Venturini from 1999, then half the 2011 Swedish starting line-up, then Mia Hamm in her super-cute phase, then that amazing Krieger girl ... and the stripper kept saying how ugly they were, and "buy me a drink? Wanna dance?"
I cam ehome. Here comes the goal. Better than porn, man.
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Seriously, they're not all of them SUPER-hot, I realize that fact. The women's team is selected for athletic ability and skill, obviously; and soccer encourages rather large thigh and ass proportions, relative to many other sports (kudos to the beach volleyball comment!). But the hotness is in their ABILITY. They are a team, in the best sense of the word. The game against Brazil was a remarkable athletic phenomenon, an incredible event.
ESPN has put in into their "10 most dramatic sports moments of all time" (though I don't think it necessarily deserves such high ranking, since it wasn't the Final game of the tournament and since a lot of the drama came in protracted form ... waiting and waiting for something good to happen, on the edge of your seats ... so it can't be put on a highlight reel). It was hellaciously exciting!
Without the 1972 passage of Title 9, the new generations of young women coming through America's educational ranks would simply not have been able to develop into the women of the sort who are on this team. What I see, is that the princessy bullshit of my generation has been wiped clean. There's not a lot of make-up on their faces at game-time. They don't have matching floral-print hair-bands any more. The older Mia Hamm clips, I noticed, showed her with her hair pulled back, as is the hair of current players. Ms. Hamm often had a "scrunchie" that matched her team uniform -- a blue scrunchie when playing for Carolina, red-white-and-blue with stars when playing for the USA, for example; today's players just have some elastic, a plain black or white band that just tugs it goether, probably a band provided by the team trainer in the same kit where they got the white athletic tape and the icy-hot balm and the chewing gum. Athletes first.
I LOVE that fact. This is what makes them "hot" to me. They aren't playing me for looks. They don't interact with that Britney-Spears game that you see in her first hit rock video. I mean, don't get me wrong -- Britney (young! too young?) in that schoolgirl outfit, lisping and pouting and playing for the camera, that was super-hot in its own way. And I'd get a lapper from that version of Britney you betcha! But the women on the USA national football (soccer) team aren't hot in that manner. Rather, they're hot in a capable, mature manner. They come off not as primped weaklings in need of my protection, innocent and bewildered by my big ol' whangin' schlong as it pounds in and out of 'em, as the Victorian elder chap's fantasy would go with the schoolgirl. Rather, the USA's women come off as able to slam ya. They want to play ball. And then when you fuck -- and yes, I do imagine and fantasize about fucking them, just like (I'm sure) plenty of women have done when they saw Kobe or Magic slip his shirt off -- it's an athletic, capable, no-nonsense fuck. There's lube in the kit, ya know ... :P
Seriously, it's the ability that I like so much. Not the disability. I don't know if I like that in real life, but as long as it's in the context of a sporting event on the television screen, I do find it incredibly enthralling. There's this player named Catherine Karney, for England. She curses all the time. I love her. She refused to shake hands with the other team when England got eliminated, instead stormed off the pitch in an adolescent huff of anger and childishness. Then came back and kicked some things and cursed and beat the ground. Then calmed down and looked bashful and shook hands and congratulated the French team for their victory -- almost looked sincere, ALMOST. Yeah, that was some super-hotness, a real woman who really cared. Depth of commitment. Something that our marketeered glamor-ized slick Hollywood professional sports franchises have often lost. I loved the Saints super-bowl victory for its lack of slickness, its "real connection" to our city; and many people respond positively to college basketball instead of the NBA for similar reason.
So, where will you be, to watch the Semi-Final against France? This coming Wednesday ...
Of course, if they end up winning the World Cup, they all end up bangworthy.
Please! "But the hotness is in their ABILITY. They are a team, in the best sense of the word." Are you serious? I have never, and I bet no one here has EVER, thought of teamwork as being HOT.
i haven't watched any of the women's soccer team. i hate watching soccer. watching WOMEN'S soccer is even worse.
so, i'll just take your word for it that they're hot. :)
Abby Walmbach. Not hot. A little to beefy for me. But look at older photos. Not bad.
Coach Pai Sundhege. Hell no! I'm not her type, wink, wink
:)
My College dorm building used to be outside a soccer field. I used to wake up every Saturday morning hearing the girls outside practicing. I tried to sleep in as much as possible. One thing I learned, don't walk past a girl's soccer team if your underwear is loose or you might get some embarrassing compliment. I think some girls get more aggressive if they can hide in a crowd. Kind of like the girls who would occasionally whistle at me from their dorm building. I did not know who was doing that either.
Purely sports-wise, I can barely tolerate watching women's sports. I figure your average weekend male athlete could compete at the highest level of women's sports...they're just not that good at anything. The game against Brazil was one of the best I've ever seen in any sport. The US team got bad call after bad call and took it to the last second to catch up and then win in the PKs. I'm glad I didn't miss that. As a fan of sports in general, that was the kind of game that makes women's sports watchable. :)
Best looking women in sports...I'd have to say Tennis, Beach Volleyball and Bikini Football have the best.