Some time ago -- specifically, on January 13, 2005 -- I came across and discussed in these pages a girl-fight between Carmella DeCesare and a former girlfriend of her then-boyfriend, Jeff Garcia, who happens to be a quarterback who plays for the Cleveland Browns.
Not to be outdone, there's more news on the Playmate Combat Front -- this time, however, it involves Shanna Moakler, Travis Barker, drummer for Blink-182, and none other than The Brilliant One, Paris Hilton.
Apparently, Ms. Moakler, pictured at right, was peeved that Barker filed for divorce in August, and then, a month later, was seen (and video'd) making out with "good friend" Paris Hilton. Last night, apparently, Moakler spied Paris Hilton at Hollywood's Hyde Club, and rather than civilly discussing her former husband with The Brilliant One, Ms. Moakler, according to Hilton (per this article at CNN.com), "Moakler walked up to her, 'used the most vile of language' and then punched her in her jaw."
Subsequently, according to Moakler's version per the article, "Hilton's ex-boyfriend Stavros Niarchos emerged from the entourage, bent Moakler's wrists, poured a drink on her and shoved her down some stairs."
The fall-out is that both of these nitwits filed police reports against the other, photos were taken of each of them -- theoretically documenting physical abuse inflicted on each by the other -- and, theoretically, one or both might have charges filed against the other.
Did I mention that Moakler is 31 and has two children with Mr. Barker and one with Oscar De La Hoya? Or that Paris Hilton manages to out-stupid herself with regularity?
Or that this kind of story satiates my love of stupidity and celebrity and the inexorable, intertwined marriage thereof?
Enjoy this while it lasts. I could have extolled the anticipated Yankee road to another World Series championship, but I felt you, the reader, would prefer sinking your teeth into yet another HoB-worthy story and not simply another vote of confidence for the Yankees.
This stay, however, is only temporary; I expect to return to bleeding Yankee blue within twenty-four hours.
So consider yourself warned.