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If these guys really want a macho challenge, I suggest that they hop on a plane to the States and participate in the "Running of the Cars" on Route 93.

Next up was the inspirational play of the U.S. Women's Soccer Team and their capturing of the World Cup. This drew national interest the likes of which are seldom seen unless the U.S. has a chance to kick some small country?s butt at something, there's a major weather event or some kid falls down a well.

That this was a national event was evidenced by the fact that the victorious ladies got to go to the White House and meet the President. I have no doubt that both parties found this to be a fantasy fulfilled. (OK, Bill Clinton libido jokes are becoming hackneyed. Hey, if they're going to keep landing on my doorstep like that, how can I ignore them?)

The next major event was the Major League All Star game right here in Boston. Since tickets were harder to find than laughs in a Pauly Shore movie, the next step was to figure out a place to watch it.

At first I thought of the Sports Depot in Allston, but figured that it would be too crowded. Then I considered the Good Time Emporium in Somerville, but I had been there a few times recently.

Then I thought, "There's a little place near the Fleet Center, if I recall correctly. Let's see, the name was... oh yeah...Hooters."

The establishment is known for it's cold beer, tasty wings and large breasts. OK, so I don't drink and I don't eat chicken wings.

I'd had one previous experience at this place. I stopped in after a class one evening and as I contemplated the choices on the appetizer menu, the woman tending bar snapped, "Are you gonna order something?"

I declined and left shortly thereafter. The incident was enough for me to dub it "The place to go to pay a lot of money to be treated rudely by all the beautiful girls who ignored you in high school."

The bartender was friendly this time, but when they attempted to get the game, which was on Fox, on their large and small TV's, they all seemed to have a problem with the reception. Everything on the screen was a double image. Normally, seeing things in pairs is not a drawback in this restaurant, but for TV viewing purposes it, along with the loud disco music, was disconcerting.

During "It's Raining Men" by the Weathergirls, I decided to move to the Commonwealth Brewery. This proved to be a more satisfactory, albeit less erotic place to watch the game.

The sports roll continued this past weekend, and if you felt bad about sweating profusely at your family cookout in the 101-degree heat, you were forgiven for going into the house to watch people playing tennis in 130-degree heat at the Davis Cup final. Perhaps you could?ve turned to the British Open to see people who were bundled up in jackets and braving the gusty winds, watch a Frenchman choke on the final hole. The Allies couldn?t bail him out of this one.

This fall the Ryder Cup is coming to the area and I hope to see some of it. Il just have to figure out where. I just hope that it won't be on Fox.