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7/23/2006 06:14:00 PM
Jenn Sterger likes Hooters…chicken wings.
“Welcome to Phoenix, where the temperature outside is a dry 120 degrees.”
I’m not sure there is any word in the English language you can place before “120 degrees” that would make it bearable. I don’t care if it’s dry, wet or somewhere in the middle, 120 degrees is still 120 degrees. I find myself in the desert, appropriately enough, to talk to one of basketball’s most famous nomads, Paul Westhead. The man who guided the Los Angeles Lakers to their first NBA championship of the Showtime era and rewrote the NCAA record books at Loyola Marymount is now coaching the WNBA’s Phoenix Mercury. For the first time in his 30-year career the “Guru of Go” is trying to see if “Paul Ball” can work in the women’s game. The full story will be online soon, but being in the desert wasn’t the hottest part of my week.
No, that honor would go to having dinner with the lovely Jenn Sterger at Hooters when I got back home to a much cooler Santa Monica. Now, Hooters wasn’t my idea, apparently Jenn shares my appreciation for beer, big screens and Hooters…chicken wings. I returned the favor by taking her to a WNBA game the next night. I know, I know, it’s not the hottest spot to take a Cowgirl, but it was courtside and Sparks President Johnny Buss (son of Lakers owner Jerry Buss) hooked us up with passes to the exclusive Chairman’s Room after the game where we rubbed elbows with Penny Marshall and Wanda Sykes. OK, so it’s wasn’t Jack Nicholson and Leonardo DiCaprio but whatever, give me break, I’m no Richard Hoffer and she’s no Tyra Banks, at least not yet anyway. But she’s working on it. This girl is seriously always at, going to, or coming from a meeting. That is, of course when she isn’t dancing on bars in lingerie. I’m still holding out hope for a Britney Spears-Jason Alexander-like 48-hour ‘just for the hell of it’ marriage when we meet up in Vegas. You know, nothing serious, just something that might get me mentioned in her E! True Hollywood Story years from now.