I Just Want to Know if this Is Based on Fact

My not-so-secret crush, Evan Longoria, sporting a custome jersey that I can only hope bears some relation to his, uh, anatomy.

Counter-Intuitive Gym Music

OK, Tusk is not one of those albums I would consider 'gym' music. It doesn't really "rock" and every Lindsay Buckingham tune was written and/or recorded during some cocaine-induced psychosis or too much time in Central American exile with Andrew Luster. In any event, the title track has this great, slow build that compels you to lift ever increasing amounts until you destroy tendons or require an emergency spotter (the ultimate gym humiliation). And it's accomplished in large measure by Mick Fleetwood's utterly indifferent drum tattoo and the USC marching band. Not a recipe for benching 300 lbs., but oddly it works. Well, it would work if I could bench more than 185.

Other unlikely candidates include Aimee Mann's "Pavlov's Bell" and anything by the Doves.