Defensive End: While Gisele Bundchen continues to stoke Tom Brady’s QB rating, Giant’s tackler Osi Umenyiora has Selita Ebanks to help him practice his sacks. [NYDN]

Pass Protection: Meanwhile, true-blue Eli Manning continues to bore us/inspire us with his dedication to his long-time gal. [NYPost]

You’re With Me, Leather: Hip new Alfred Dunhill creative director Kim Jones reveals his plans for the classic line and his crush on Kermit the Frog. [Hint]

Just Like Buddy Holly: Spiffy new specs from Deluxe. [Hypebeast]

The Man From Normal: Behold! This dark, haunted creature from beyond never sleeps and has, like, three jobs. [NYMag]

Oh YES!: Cast your eyes on this sexy new import. [Jalopnik Interest]

Reagan Economics: Hickey Freeman tries to win one for the Gipper. [Material Interest]

Happy Meal: Reportedly detoxed waif, rocker and fashion inspiration Pete Doherty has apparently switched the opiates in his bloodstream with low-density lipoprotein cholesterol. [Daily Star UK]

It’s The Perfect Time For… April77’s Spring/Summer collection. [Hypebeast]

Dress to Suppress: Amidst what appears to be a total collapse of democracy, journalistic independence and human rights, some intrepid fashion writer actually managed to file this story on style and the derailed Zimbabwean presidential campaign. Who needs freedom of the press anyway? [All Africa]

Bulletproof Bonnet: Perhaps a more useful mode of dress for scared Zimbabweans, this cutting-edge, street-thug tech hoodie can stop a 9mm round. [BBC]

Ships Ahoy: A naval salute to Chambray. [A Continuous Lean]

Get Fit: A little primer on silhouette theory. [Permanent Style]

Go Green:Take a peek at Timo Weiland’s bio-friendly billfolds. [Refinery29]

Off The Cuff: Pop quiz, hotshot. Your brand-new slacks haven’t been to the tailor yet and you’ve got 15 minutes to meet your people at the bar. What do you do? What do you do? [Esquire]

Our Hero: Graydon Carter must know that Kristen Bell, all 5’1” of her, is never far from our hearts. [Vanity Fair]

Music From Big Pink: We grew up listening to The Band. Now a generation of musicians are growing up dressing like them. [WeAreTheMarket]

Fit for a King: His Royal Highness The Prince Charles Philip Arthur George, Prince of Wales and Earl of Chester, Duke of Cornwall, Duke of Rothesay, Earl of blah, blah, blah unveils his new collection of posh men’s accessories. [Men.Style]

Lifetime Contract: “Project Runway” jumps from the cosy, omnisexual stable of Bravo to the gilded henhouse of The Lifetime channel - meaning you’ll have to lie twice as hard about watching it. [NYMag]

Game Design: In utterly predicable news, iPod addict Karl Lagerfeld lends his voice to Grand Theft Auto IV. [WWD]

Frat Brothers: Like any other bored jock in the City, the Manning boys have nothing better to do with their time than hang out at Brother Jimmy’s and play Buck Hunter. Losers. [NYPost]

If you’ve been watching hockey at all this season - and given that you’re reading a men’s fashion website, there’s only about a 20% chance of that - you might have noticed that Sean Avery, forward for the surging New York Rangers is a little bit of an odd bird. But WWD tapped us into a whole new level of the left wing’s oddness.

More on Mr. Avery’s shocking new vocation»

Say, “Cheese!”: Jackass and Terry Richardson—a match made in chucklehead heaven. [High Snobiety]

Waif Wedding: 33-year-old single mother Kate Moss bucks the statistics by declaring her upcoming nuptials. [Jezebel]

The New Demure: Vanity Fair spoofers photoshop the new polygamist-child-abusing chic onto Hollywood’s most desired ingenues. [Vanityfair.com]

Heavy Metal: The most exciting thing to come out of Australia Fashion week might be the illegal use of military assets. [Sydney Morning Herald]

Office Space: ACL visits the busy laboratory of Alexander Olch. [A Continuous Lean]

Drop Them Drawers: Remember, kids, tomorrow is “No Pants Day.” [Laughing Squid]

The Great White North: The Canadian Olympic team’s official gear is designed to combat smog and good taste. [Globe Sports]

Time to brush up on your jai alai skills.

This month’s Esquire features a rundown on the more obscure sports and the Brit-inspired clothes they require. This being Esquire, the labels range from Burberry to Canali to the omni-present Mr. Lauren, but the styles are much more…uniform. White pants, white knits and white sneakers are more or less the uniform from tennis to cricket. Polo isn’t mentioned, but you can probably guess what to wear»

Flower Girl: Amanda Seyfried once starred alongside Lindsay Lohan. That wheelbarrow back there is probably a trade up. [Vanity Fair]

Four!: The “Worst Golf Fashions”? Oh, Time, when will you learn? The worse it gets, the better it is. [Time]

Save The Tie!: Hell of a lot easier than saving the whales, no? [Style Savage]

Man Talk: Shipley and Halmos discuss the finer points of male grooming—Joey or Van? It’s Van. [A Continuous Lean]

Mea Culpa: An Italian couple asks forgiveness for having sex in a church’s confessional booth, which we see as kind of pointless. We mean, once you’ve crossed that line, there’s really no reason to even try to go back—hell awaits. [Telegraph UK]

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]

All Access Pass: Here’s your VIP badge for to the backstage loveliness at Victoria’s Secret. [Horny Oyster]

Holy C+ Batman!: A complete ranking of Batman’s best and worst gadgets—and you thought Bond liked his toys. [Wired]

Marching Orders: Nike teams up with the Army to create the fastest soldiers on earth. [PSFK]

The Shoe Hound’s Dog House: A brief profile of Leffot. [The Moment]

Let The Games Begin: Every one of these Olympic hotties deserves a medal. [Gawker]

Hot LOVA: A little bit “Mad Men,” a little bit Revenge of the Nerds—all good. [The Pipeline]

Check That: Real Mad Men wear plaid. [A Continuous Lean]

Just Because Jay-Z Does It: Do you think Beyonce will look back and be sated by an engagement tattoo? Why Bristol Palin, Tommy Lee and Jigga are bleeding ink all over tradition [NY Times]

For What Ails You: Queer Eye expatriate Ted Allen finally cracks a compelling case in his gastro show Food Detectives. Instead of identifying ambiguous mushrooms, his culinary genius finally serves your hangover, not your taste buds. [Men.Style]

Winning Season: GQ takes a crack at updating Brett Favre for autumn style in New York and, hopefully, dancing in the end zone. [GQ]

What Recession?: Controversial commodity Damien Hirst sells $127 million worth of art. Including that Indiana Jones-looking skull. [Yahoo]

When people think of sports-inspired clothing, they’re usually talking about the players, not the refs.

This cardigan is one of the less obviously retro points in golden boy Andre Benjamin’s Benjamin Bixby line. The NFL-style “B” on the back makes the reference even clearer. It’s not an easy look to pull off, by any means—we might even recommend layering it under a jacket to cover up the back—but the thick vertical stripes are a lot bolder than most of what we find in Barneys, and its more eye-catching by half.

If there are any aspiring dandies out there looking for a challenge, consider yourself called out.

The Magazine Reader: Kate Winslet takes a break from playing Nazis and willful housewives to pose for Elle UK. [FashionIndie]

The Cheap Seats: The economic collapse should mean cheap tickets for sports fans…but the halftime show will be two hobos wrestling for food. [DailyIntel]

Retail Hell: The indoor mall may be going the way of the automat. But where will we keep our food courts? [Luxist]

Old Vegas: Some Sinatra memories from Wayne Newton, of all people. How anyone confused him with a mobster is beyond us. [Esquire]

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.