While The US Open is typically a tournament to crown the best of the best on the tennis court, this year it was more about the Lust-Lust than the Love-Love. (That’s a really bad tennis score reference, if you didn’t get it.)

Men across the nation were drooling as jailbait Melanie Oudin battled and triumphed over Maria Sharapova, both in skill and looks.

But the men aren’t the only ones who got a little bonus feature at the Open this year. Us ladies had some eye candy of our own in the form of newcomer and new champion Juan Martin del Potro. He fell from like the sky like an Argentinean god sent here to out-play and outshine reigning champion Roger Federer. Read More »

We are big fans of the Olympics. Seriously, the amount of time and dedication (drink!) the athletes commit to their sport is admirable. And all that talent; it really does make us proud.

But watching the Olympics also makes us feel sorta crappy about our own performance. Some of us spend the entire day at our computers in sweatpants eating bag after bag of chips (me). Others split our time between class (25%) and the bar (75%). We couldn’t get to the Olympics if we tried…really hard.

That doesn’t mean we can’t dream. We asked everyone at CollegeCandy which sport they would want to compete in. Maybe this will motivate them to get off the couch and start training…or not. Watching is fine too.

Kathryn S.: I would want to be an Olympic gymnast, not for the gold, but for all the crazy party tricks I could perform at keg parties… and for all the tricks I could do after the party. Wink, wink.

Kate Bean – NYU: If I had my choice, I’d definitely compete in the male soccer tournaments. Screw logic/rules… those guys are HOT.

Carly – Grinnell: Tennis! I would melt of happiness (and probably literally melt in the Beijing heat) if I got to play alongside Rafael Nadal and Roger Federer.

Suzie – George Washington University: I would want to bring back tug of war (1900-1920) just for the sake of watching Olympians slide through the mud pit of shame– and hearing commentators give blow by blows of the crucial moments.

Olua: Equestrian, hands f**king down. Only a horse-person could understand how amazing some of those guys (and I guess the riders, too) are. And it’s the only sport where I get to brag that I practiced with my pet. What do I have to lose? …I mean, aside from broken bones and concussions from falling or getting thrown. But I could cope! Read More »

Because I have undying allegiance to my favorite sports star, I just have to get this out of the way before I move on: I LOVE ROGER FEDERER. I LOVE HIM, I LOVE HIM, I LOVE HIM. He is my favorite.OK, that’s out of my system.

Is Rafa Nadal not the hottest male you have ever seen walk the face of this Earth? I thought I was going to have a heart attack every time his upper-arm muscles rippled during the Wimbledon final (which means I almost had a heart attack approximately 18273476 times).

Let’s face it: Sunday’s Wimbledon men’s championship match was probably the most amazing final to take place in any tennis tournament, ever. Drama. Grace. Tears. Sweat. And arm muscles.

Yes, the man who didn’t even make CC’s recent (and admittedly hot) ”Boys of Wimbledon” list has gone and run away with the Wimbledon title. I can’t say I’m surprised—Rafa played an unbelievable match, and you know what I’m talking about if you caught even a few minutes of that five-hour epic battle. Read More »