Morning Blogdome: The Breakfast of Sideline Princesses

• Erin Andrews hogs out in Tampa: “I always go to Village Inn for breakfast with my dad Steve. I crush the French toast, scrambled eggs and bacon. I’m totally excited for that.” [ Busted Coverage] • Sal Pal gets housed in book review: "The actual chapters of How Football Explains America are all but unreadable. Paolantonio rehashes a game or a heartwarming football-related anecdote with the gusto of the true bore. Then he explains why this explains how football explains the battle of Midway. Or Davy Crockett. Or manifest destiny. Each chapter more tedious than the last." [ Sport Blog] • USC play-by-play man Pete Arbogast blames himself for the loss to Oregon State: "AND I FELT LIKE THE TEAM PLAYED, AS IS SO OFTEN THE CASE. I DID MY PREPARATION WORK BY ROTE. NOT EXACTLY "PHONING IT IN" BUT MAYBE JUST GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS A BIT. I WAS COCKY. CONFIDENT IN MY ABILITIES.AND REAL LIFE KNOCKED THE COCKINESS RIGHT OUT OF ALL OF US." [ Farther Off the Wall] •: Don't diss Manny in Boston, Chip: "No sooner had Jason Bay hit the go-ahead two-run home run last night than Chip Caray, the TBS lead announcer, said "Manny who?," turning a wonderful postseason moment into a cringe-worthy incident. For the love of god, no self-respecting Red Sox fan would ever diss the past contributions of Manny Ramirez. Not only was Caray’s comment lame and tired, but it demonstrated the biggest problem with postseason baseball announcers: They ape the instincts and reactions of the worst bandwagon fans." [ Red Sox Blog]