just how everyone on the planet is laughing at the new hot sports "goddess," Ines Sainz, ---the, "I really am offended that men are trying to throw footballs at me to get my attention"
reporter from Mexico.
It's one thing to want attention...it's quite another to lie about it, and blame the men who are trying to get your attention for being...men.
The reason I know she is full of booty boofa is that I, in my younger days, I use to go to ballgames in order to get the attention of one particularly cute ballplayer. Of course, I did not have the money for a boob job, and did not have half the body of this beauty, but did that keep me from trying to get the attention of a certain somebody on the field? Hell no. I had a big crush on him....and as far as I was concerned, I wanted his attention.
I got it...but I also got everyone else's attention. There you go.
I mean, I couldn't say..."Hey...I did not wear these shorts for YOU...could you please tell that guy on the field that I'm here?"
Here I am...at the Angels Stadium in Los Angeles...trying not to trip in my high heels. (Good thing I have a sense of humor.) I am completely oblivious that the team photographer down on the field was taking my picture. He later sent this to my girlfriend (the girl right behind me) who knew the guy.
My God...my hair!
You see, I had a strategy. I figured, I had to stand out in a crowd of thousands and the only way I could manage that was to make my hair REALLY big and stick out my legs. A sort of grasshopper with lipstick effect.
I would stretch out my legs as far as possible in (in a very polite way...NEVER apart mind you...I was still my mother's girl) on the chair in front of me. I would get an ice cream cone.
Oh yes...I know. Someone should have thrown a ball at me.
Nevertheless, I did have a tee-shirt that said in big letters "Honey" on the front...and of course, here in St. Louis, everyone in the ball park called me "honey" and waved when I went by.
EVERYBODY knew me.
"Hi honey!" Men would wave and laugh, and I would wave and laugh back, and I never once took it as an insult. After all, It was hot out, and I liked shorts. I also liked the attention. Am I going to LIE about that like miss booty? Hell no.
And I had a best friend there named Cleo. Cleo was about 88 going on 22. He had been an usher for the Cardinals for over thirty years. He would get me into a closer seat that was not far from the dugout. He knew who wasn't showing up that day. Later, I often wondered if HE was getting paid for being so nice to me...but no matter. He was wonderful. For many years...he was my best friend.
I really loved that man.
At the time, I had just had a child, was divorced, and was desperately lonely. A smile from a bunch of guys made me feel special, and not so alone. And I really wanted to meet someone. It was my mother who suggested I go to the ball park, where there were lots of men.
Guess what? Besides that ball player...I never met one man who ever asked me out. Sad. I guess you couldn't tell by the clothes that I was a very moral person. I really was.
I did learn an awful lot about baseball though and really came to love the game.
Booty Butt was on Fox this morning. I'm not sure her 'attention' getting strategy...attacking the very men who google her, is going to get her a career as a serious journalist...but then again..
You never know. She might at least get herself a very rich football player.
And for her to say that she does not dress sexy...that might just backfire on her, because let's face it... Nobody could be that stupid.