Bob Huggins, douche. (We should probably toss the word ‘drunk‘ in there somewhere.) A 62-39 drubbing at home against his former school couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy. Made 10 baskets, missed 40. Made one three, missed 21. (We interrupt this sickening sartorial selection to bring this news to you: a man we vowed not to slander this year, Skip Bayless, is currently wearing shades on Cold Pizza First and 10. Not just any shades – the barely tinted ones you might see on a desperately-trying-to-be-cool Euro who is simultaneously wearing a banana hammock.) Doesn’t it look like Huggy Bear belongs in the Wizard of Oz? Or a Grey Poupon commercial?

On the plus side … the Super Bowl debauchery got underway last night! Ashlee Simpson had a concert. Yawn. We’re hurting for Arizona nightlife storylines, but it’s barely dawn in the desert. (We hear Reggie Bush’s party last night was heavy on the players – Terrell Owens, Warrick Dunn, etc – heavy on the female implants, and light on the media people – ESPN’s Michael Smith and Sean Salisbury, and Yahoo’s Mike Silver.) We found this picture of Terry Bradshaw hanging out with some nickels (bottom right) somewhat comical, but for whatever reason, we couldn’t post the picture.

Oh, we missed it this morning – Britney Spears is on three-day lockdown in a “psych hold” at UCLA medical center. Perhaps Luke Walton will visit her?

* Great line from a movie. Can you name the movie?