Ha-ha. Remember this old trick, you fucking sucker? There are no pictures of Bill Simmons wife, at least not here. This post only begs you to ask yourself: why am I Googling for pictures of some goofy looking sportswriter’s wife? Is it just because his book hit number one on the New York Times’ best-seller list that you are now taking time out of your day to search the Internet for some anonymous mother of two? Does that justify it? Sure it doesn’t take long to run an internet search, and you were curious, and it was there. But think about this: when was the last time you called your dear old mother to tell her that you love her? When was the last time you flossed you teeth? When was the last time you looked up a word you didn’t know in the dictionary? I don’t know how you would answer any of these questions specifically, but I can say that you have definitely spent a portion of your life Googling for photos of some random wife more recently…
There are plenty of fun other things to do on the internet besides… see, here is a hot chick, and below her, an bear playing hockey!
Not Bill Simmons' Wife
Sure enough, the good folks at Kimberly Ellen & Company sent out a Blitzball for the editors to throw around. Our first outing was cut short in the parking lot of Club Risque on a Thursday night following a Phillies game. We only got a few tosses in before a bouncer got excited. After a heated discussion who exactly owns the street (infield) and who owns the parking lot (outfield) and where he’d stick our new toy if the Blitzball were to leave the infield, we decided to cut and run.
