Over at FOXSports.com there's an article by the head writer of Adam Corolla's Too Late about the 10 guys he likes to see lose. The list includes gems like:

Hi, I'm Tony La Russa, baseball genius. You could never understand all the things I'm seeing on a baseball diamond because my mind is so advanced, so finely tuned to the circadian rhythms of the game and your pea-brain is so small and easily duped by the allure of on-base percentage and other unimportant nonsense.

Please ignore my 5-12 World Series record and the fact that I've won only one ring despite making 10 trips to the postseason.

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I would like to have Phil Helmuth losing poker hands playing on a loop in my house, office and car so any time I need a little pick-me-up I can just glance up at the screen and see the brat throwing a tantrum.

How is it that no one punches him in the face? Where's Ron Artest when you need him?

Read on for the full list.

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10. Bill Parcells

It's just fun to watch the guy with all the answers — for his players, for his coaches, for the media — flunk the test every now and then. Parcells is so condescending and so contemptuous of others when they make mistakes, that it's a sincere joy to watch the Tuna flounder in the pressure cooker of late-game decision-making.

Having Bledsoe firing away in the closing seconds against the Seahawks was pure Marty Mornhinweg.

9. Tony La Russa

Hi, I'm Tony La Russa, baseball genius. You could never understand all the things I'm seeing on a baseball diamond because my mind is so advanced, so finely tuned to the circadian rhythms of the game and your pea-brain is so small and easily duped by the allure of on-base percentage and other unimportant nonsense.

Please ignore my 5-12 World Series record and the fact that I've won only one ring despite making 10 trips to the postseason.

8. Kobe Bryant

Anyone expecting a big, heartfelt "my bad" out of Kobe's mouth after he contributed to the departure of Shaquille O'Neal and gunned his way through the Lakers' 48-loss season, shouldn't hold their breath.

Watching the me-first attitude fail in the ultimate team game never gets old. Was Kobe the only person who ever laced up a pair of hightops who didn't understand that Shaq made him a better player? And is there anyone in L.A. who is happy that the Lakers are Kobe's team?

7. Phil Helmuth

I would like to have Phil Helmuth losing poker hands playing on a loop in my house, office and car so any time I need a little pick-me-up I can just glance up at the screen and see the brat throwing a tantrum.

How is it that no one punches him in the face? Where's Ron Artest when you need him?

After his flameout in the 2005 World Series of Poker, Helmuth unleashed his usual class-free, profanity-laced "analysis" of what had just happened. Some of his more memorable lines were: "These are the worst players in the world;" "This guy can't spell poker;" and "If it wasn't for luck, I'd win a hell of a lot more of these tournaments."

Well, then, thank God for luck because nobody, I mean nobody, wants to watch this guy win.

6. Spike Lee

Please, baby, baby, please, get the hell off the court.

It takes a special someone to make me root for Reggie Miller, and Spike pulled it off. Never satisfied to just sit courtside and watch his Knicks come up short, Shorty has always had to inject himself into the action. Ultimately, of course, his running sideshow hurt the cause, bringing out the best in Miller who took a special satisfaction in silencing Lee and killing the Knicks.

5. Brian Billick

The dean, chancellor, president and provost of Blowhard U.

Dubbed an offensive genius when he was calling plays for the high-powered Vikings of the late '90s, the curtain was long ago pulled back on this fraud who stood flapping his arms on the sidelines while Marvin Lewis' defense won him a Super Bowl.

Ravens fans have given up on the hope that one day this charlatan might be able to generate a legit NFL offense in Baltimore. Right now they'd settle for a first down.

4. Bobby Knight

Part of the joy of watching Knight lose is that you know he is totally, inconsolably miserable. You almost forget that he's that way after he wins too.

Still, it's hard to imagine what would happened to Neil Reed's trachea if Knight hadn't been so thoroughly mellowed by those three NCAA titles at Indiana. As for the third one, I blame Derrick Coleman and Howard Triche for depriving us of some epic Robert Montgomery Knight misery by missing those free throws in 1987 and opening the door for Keith Smart.

3. George Steinbrenner

Possibly my favorite image in all of sports, sad George stewing behind a sheet of glass like a petulant child emperor who didn't get his way.

This makes five straight miserable winters for the Boss, which is only fair given how much misery he spreads around during the season. That a classy guy like Joe Torre has had to put up with so much crap and still comes back is testament to the fact that the skipper knows where the high road is even if the owner has never once taken it.

2. Roger Clemens

There was a time, of course, when I rooted for Roger Clemens every time he made a playoff start. He rarely won those games. In fact, as a member of the Red Sox, he won exactly one of his nine postseason starts.

Now he is the single reason that I cannot root for class acts Craig Biggio and Jeff Bagwell to finally get their rings. Yankees fans got a little taste of Clemens' loyalty when he "retired" to Houston.

In Game 1 of the World Series, Clemens made his 33rd postseason start and for the 22nd time failed to get a win. It was a good World Series.

1. Alex Rodriguez

Imagine this scenario: A superstar prices himself out of the small market where he's blossomed into the game's best player, even though the team is on the cusp of contending. Then, after extracting a $25M-a-year contract from his new team, he grouses that the organization he is gouging hasn't put a contending team on the field, apparently oblivious to the fact that it is his contract that has made it almost impossible to fill out a contending roster. So he orchestrates a trade to the one team that can afford him and surround him with superstars.

I think even Yankees fans secretly enjoy watching this prima donna lose. They sure seem to like piling on and pining for Scott Brosius after each playoff disappearing act.