Love All: One of the few eligible bachelors with a 155 mph serve is engaged to S.I. swimsuit model, Brooklyn Decker, which is a solid excuse for us to run pictures of her. Thanks, Andy. [ESPN]

Tailgate Party: In other sporting news, this is how 24-year-old, Heisman-winning, multimillionaire starting NFL quarterback Matt Leinart rolls. How ‘bout you, Brah? [Sunday Morning QB]

Local Uni-Watch: New York readers may have a chance to check out the Blue Jay’s new powder-blue throwbacks today and tomorrow. Still, no one’s got more baller style than this guy. [ESPN]

Swapping Spit: In the grand Gallic tradition of poor public hygiene, several Frenchmen invaded Manhattan and attempted to set a world record for kissing. Gross, right? [Fleshbot]

In The Hood: Blue-eyed, honey-blond men’s fashion blogger, Amanda Brooks, finds style and substance in the lowly hoodie. [Men’s Vogue]

фантастично!: Moscow Fashion Week just doesn’t translate to Western style - but God bless them Ruskies for trying. [YouTube]

Chinese Take Out: With its increased high-end offerings, improved manufacturing techniques (not to mention its low valuation of human sweat) China is poised to take on Italy in the luxe suit game. [WSJ]

Happy Accident: City Rag went looking for a shot of Kate Hudson’s tattoo and found lots of bare skin instead. Don’t you hate it when that happens? [City Rag]

Rising Stocks: ACL digs into the Wall Street Journal’s report on highwater trousers—remember, less fabric equals greater dividends to boardmembers. [A Continuous Lean]

Karl’s World: One day we will all live under the yolk of his iron, black-clad fist…and it will be fabulous. [The Pipeline]

Bank On It: Store your dwindling funds in these beauties. [Hyr Collective]

On Your Knees: David Coleman instructs us on how to wear the latest cut-off shorts styles, make your own, and possibly ruin a perfectly good pair of pants. [NYTimes]

D-I-V-O-R-C-E: Poor A-Rod. Poor, poor A-Rod. [Vanityfair.com]

First Baby: Queen of our world, Carla Bruni, wants a baby, but Nic Sarkozy is mum on the subject. The line for volunteers starts behind us. [NYMag]

Jean Genie: How is it that almost every sexy photospread comes along with some sort of statement that the model is really a tomboy? Just askin’ [NYMag]

Not Tacky: Indeed, Needles is quite sharp [Men.Style]

Good for the Goose: See, even women like happy endings. [Gawker]

Yes or No: Hedi Slimane just keeps stringing us along. [Brandish]

Sliders in the Dirt: The all stars of scandal and sleaze. Too bad Roger Clemens is retired. [Radar]

Knit One, Pearl Two: Lars Andersson’s menswear fresh off the loom. [The Pipeline]

How Billionaires Dress: Surprisingly, not well. [The Moment]

Alex Rodriguez has never been popular—at least not in New York—and this isn’t likely to help…but it’s worth considering what exactly we want from athletes.

Yankees in particular have been jittery, nervous creatures over the past few years, which has a lot to do with having some of the most vicious sportswriters in the country breathing down their necks, but the PR game of professional athletes has become too calculated to be likeable.

It’s so long ago that most ESPN-watchers wouldn’t remember, but the perfect athlete used to be called a “sport.” A sport was someone like Jack Johnson or Mickey Mantle who lived it up in his off-hours, dressed as flashy as they could, and generally made the full use of their ridiculous salary. Think wide lapels and diamond stickpins, as Randy Roberts would describe it, or the more recent NFL popularity of the plaid suit.

If he were a little flashier, we would have let A-Rod get away with a lot more.

Obama’s display of pitching prowess at the all-star game last night has inspired quite a bit of commentary, but we’re more interested in his taste in denim. Fastball or no, those jeans did seem pretty…dad-ish.

To be fair, the man is old enough to wear dad jeans if he so chooses, but we can’t help wishing he went with something a bit hipper. He could still do the windup in skinnier jeans, and he wouldn’t have to worry about getting the wrong kind of Reagan comparison. As for the shoes…maybe they were worried Adidas would read as too European?

Little-brother brands usually specialize in cheaper, simpler versions of the flagship brand’s gear. But Rogues Gallery’s kid brother Never Sleep is starting to have a few adventures of its own.

This baseball jacket from Never Sleep is the kind of item we like best: an Americana-soaked classic given a new cut and a new color scheme to pull it into modern times. In this case, that means a high school staple that can suddenly stand alongside the more adventurous shackets in your closet. Granted, the logo over the back is a little younger and more punk than we’re used to from RG…but what else are little brothers for?

Baring All: GQ Italy wins again. [Fashion Gone Rogue]

Sluggers: Babe Ruth’s 1918 game bat just sold for $537,750. If you only steal one collectible this season… [Selectism]

D’oh!: James L. Brooks is possible not as affable as he seems. [The Daily Beast]

The Chef: Apparently Raekwon’s a pretty big Penfield fan. [We Are the Market]

Kroesin’: Fashion Gone Rogue has good choice in muses. [Fashion Gone Rogue]

A Cordial Occasion: In the shadowy den of the Corduroy Appreciation Club. [The Moment]

Is There Anything it Can’t Do?: No Mas graces us with an animated retread of Dock Ellis’s acid-assisted no-hitter. [Gawker]

Fantastic: Glenn O’Brien really liked Fantastic Mr. Fox, which is usually a good sign. [GQ Eye]