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Alessandra Ambrosio
Brady's New Tight End: Gisele BundchenPosted Jan 26th 2007 12:43PM by TMZ Staff Filed under: Paparazzi Video NFL superstar Tom Brady and supermodel Gisele Bundchen were spotted leaving Giselle's NYC apartment just two hours apart, and neither was too keen on chatting. Does it count as a "he said, she said" if neither of them says anything? Brady did the walk of shame out of Gisele's West Village apartment around Noon yesterday. The three-time Super Bowl champ tried to cover his face with a hooded sweatshirt when a photog told him, "You're a lucky man." But Brady wasn't having any of it. "Come on brother, you're making me angry," he growled before slinking into a cab. Brady angry!! Grrrr!!! That's still more than the paps were able to get from Gisele. She emerged two hours later to take her three dogs for a walk, covering her face and completely ignoring photogs. The Hot 50: Parts 1-5Please note that Club Roddick members still have access to the bonus questions and answers. Do you want kids? How Many?Of course I want kids, just not anytime soon haha…I would love a girl and a boy with the boy being older. What is your favorite book? There are too many to pick just one…My favorite book of the last two years is Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. I like it because I’m a history nerd and have been fortunate enough visit some of the places they talk about in that book. It was definitely a page turner. I’ve always wondered how being in the spotlight changes your ability to relate to people…do you ever find that people aren’t themselves around you because of who you are, is it harder to make friends? This is an interesting question. There are definitely some people who act differently now. It is pretty easy to tell which people have some sort of agenda though. I still have a lot of the same friends I had before all of this madness took place…I guess I don’t make many fast friends anymore. As a child with two older brothers, did you ever play any good pranks on them, or did they ever play any good pranks on you? If prank means my brother running down the hallway to fart in my room or punch me in the arm, then they definitely played some good pranks on me….I was possibly the most annoying little brother of all time until I was about ten years old so I deserved a lot of what came to me. My Mom has always been a bit of a prankster so we might get it from her. What is your most cherished memory of Christmas? My favorite thing is watching my niece and nephew open their presents now. We always had a rule that the youngest person had to hand out presents, and that was my job till two years ago when my niece Ann-Marie was old enough to take over…I was happy to be relieved of my duties. If you were asked, would you go on the show Dancing With the Stars? I would not be on Dancing With the Stars, because of two things I don’t have…time and talent. What is your favorite cereal? Kix, and I think I am the only person who likes Grape Nuts…honorable mention to Crispix. Would you ever go on a fun date with a “non celebrity”? Sure thing, why not? Ever wish of becoming a model? Definitely have zero ambition of being a model…James can handle that for us tennis players hahahah. Are you religious? I have my beliefs, but I am not sure they are publicly relevant. Who is your favorite actor or actress? I love the whole Will Ferrell / Wilson Brothers / Vince Vaughn / Ben Stiller click…anything they do together is just fine by me. Have you ever broken any of your bones? Knock on wood…I had a broken toe in the ’05 summer, but luckily that has been it for broken things. Would you ever get a tattoo? I go back and forth on the tattoo thing…I definitely would not rule it out, but it would need to be something very important to me…I would not get one just to do it. What percentage body fat do you have? Last time I checked, it was around seven or eight percent. What are you looking for in a woman? Someone who will order food…worst thing is when you take a girl out and they order a side salad and diet water. Do you wear boxers or briefs? Boxers. Who do you get along with least on the tour? I am not sure if I can identify who I get along with least, suffice to say there are some people on tour who I am not fond of, and I am sure the feeling is mutual. What is the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done? Went to a “barbecue” at former president Bush’s house in a T-shirt and jeans…Everyone else was wearing suits…I guess the dress code is different for a presidential barbecue…I was nice though…I brought a six pack of beer. What would you like to do when you retire from tennis? I am not sure what I will do when I retire from tennis…hopefully we are many years away from that. I would be interested in doing a sports talk show or even sports talk radio. I feel like a lot of that field has become sensationalized and a bit of a joke….I think in order to do that job, you should have played sports at a decent level. You have to go to law school to be a lawyer right? I will definitely do work for my foundation as long as I can as well! Are you currently dating anyone, please say no! Do you want me to answer the question or please say no?.. That is confusing Andy, as of right now what is your favorite band? Dave Matthews band will always e my favorite. I am really into The Killers as well. Are you ever going to do another My Ride Bus Tour? If so Seattle would be a good place to hit up. I would not rule out the idea. It was a lot of fun when we did it. Why not Seattle? My question is…what is your favorite breed of dog? I know you’re on the road all the time, but if you could have any kind of dog, what would you have? We had a standard poodle when I was growing up…he kind of looked like a rasta dog though…loved him! Not sure what I would get now, but it would have to be a big dog. Can we expect and/or hope to see you as an ESPN commentator someday when you decide to stop playing tennis? I am not sure if I want to commentate on tennis. I would not rule it out though. I think it is tough to think about that while you are still playing. What was the best present you ever received? I don’t ask for gifts anymore. I would rather everyone just take what they were going to spend on me and donate it to the foundation. I am way too spoiled and don’t need anything else. If you could go on the most amazing, sickest, perfect date ever who would it be with and what would you do? Not sure. I don’t think you can plan anything like that…something that sick would have to be spontaneous. Do you like to bake? If so, what do you bake? Baking? Not so much. The best think I can make is reservations. So I was wondering what is the one thing that comes with your fame that you’d like to get rid of and why? People interrupting during meals…I am cool with it every other time except during meals. What do you normally order at Chipotle? I get a chicken bowl with pico, lettuce, corn and cheese. You have a habit of lifting your shirt to wipe the sweat from your face and exposing your very hot abs, is your treasure trail natural or do you keep it trimmed? It is natural unless it is trimmed…is that vague enough? If there was one thing you could un-invent what would it be and why? Camera phones!!! I can’t get away with anything..hahaha If you could learn any language, which would you choose? Probably French…I can understand most Spanish, so French would be the most useful. In the ATP, which player do you consider to be one of the most genuine people? James and Andre. What is the craziest thing a fan has done for you? My fans are the best and craziest!!! Probably just waiting outside the hotel at all hours of the night…that is some serious dedication…marriage proposals are always funny also. What is your favorite sport to watch and to play, besides tennis obviously?? I like watching NFL football…I like playing basketball. Do you believe that all is fair in love and war? Do you believe in Soul Mates? It’s not all fair…not sure why people include the word love and war in the same sentence…seems like there is a huge difference there…probably would not act the same with regards to the two, so I never really understood the point of that saying…I am not sure where I stand on the soul mates thing…maybe I am not romantic enough…haha too much tennis. If you had to choose one place to have a tournament in the world, that isn’t already a tournament, where would you have it? I would love to hang in Chicago or Boston….I would love to also visit Africa one day…A tourney would be a great excuse. Do you ever regret not going to college? Sometimes…my brother John had the best time of his life at college, and I love hearing his stories…It would be awesome to hang out and go to football games every weekend…that being said, I would not trade what I do for anything. When you are out with the guys or out on a date, what brand of cologne do you wear? I actually am wearing a prototype of the cologne that we have been working on for me. Not sure when we will release it but I like it anyways. What is your New Year’s resolution? I really need to stop biting my nails one of these years, but that has been my resolution since I was eight so I might want to try something more feasible. What do you think is sexy in a girl? Someone who is comfortable in their own skin…there is no bigger turn off than someone who is acting like something they are not. How did you like the city of Shanghai when you played the Maters Cup? Yeah, I think everyone has regrets in life. I am not sure if I am willing to make them public knowledge… I am not sure if I have met someone who does not have regrets…I do my best to learn from them and not let them happen again though. Do you have any superstitions? They are not really superstitions in the sense of a rabbit’s foot or stepping on lines, but I definitely have what I call my “groove” when I get to a city. I will normally only to two or three restaurants during a long tournament, and kind of stick inside my familiar little bubble. I am not sure if that is superstition or not…I think I am more a creature of habit as opposed to suppositious. If you were to write a book about your life, what would the title be? At this point in my life it would be called “To Be Continued.” Who is your favorite Victoria’s Secret Model? Alessandra Ambrosio is my favorite Victoria’s Secret Model. I think she is gorgeous. What tournament do you want to win most next year? Wimbledon. How old were you when you had your first kiss? I think it was in third grade with a girl named Brooke Holland..hahaha…I normally don’t kiss and tell. Any plans to shave your head again? No plans to shave the head again…it might not grow back!! Where do you see yourself in ten years? I really do not know as far as career goes…It will definitely include a wife and some little ones running around by then though (I hope). Just a Guy on a PlaneOne writer. Twenty models. Six hours. What happens when a dream comes true. By David Walters February 2007, Volume 147, Issue 2 When I was six, I was morbidly obsessed with the Make-a- Wish Foundation. With its help I could shoot baskets with Larry Bird, and all I had to do in return was die. So I hoped for the worst. Eighteen years later, I had a new wish, one I was only vaguely aware of until the opportunity arose: to be in a confined space with the most beautiful women on earth for several hours. That one came true when a chartered plane flew 20 supermodels from New York to Los Angeles for the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. With a little name-dropping and finagling, I scored a seat. I quietly thanked God for not killing me all those years ago, reminding myself that people say Larry Bird’s kind of a dick anyway. The day begins with me in an airport hangar. I stand among the photographers, anxious for the sexiness to commence. And then there they are. About five of them, crouching in the parking lot smoking cigarettes, thongs peeking out from low-rise jeans. It’s one of those Discovery Channel moments that makes you want to say something vaguely life-affirming about nature’s majesty. Look at them there. So regal. So perfect. I move slowly to avoid startling them. Before we board, there’s an interview session on the tarmac. I have zero questions planned. I’m introduced to Adriana Lima, and at precisely that moment, the batteries in my tape recorder die. I fake my way through, and it sounds like awkward date talk: "So…you’re a supermodel? Do you, like, like it?" Adriana Lima thinks I am the worst journalist ever. Whatever. I can’t wait. High altitudes, cheap champagne, and palpable sexual tension. I stand absolutely no chance of getting laid on this plane. I know this. On board: I was expecting Cinemax After Dark—velour couches, maybe a hot tub—but it’s a standard 737, no room for impromptu pillow fights. To make matters worse, I’m in the absolute ass back of the aircraft, by the crapper. This sucks. I’m saved by a publicist who asks if I want to come up to first class. Oh, God, please. (I say it just like that.) It’s overwhelming—a sea of shiny-haired heads and tanned limbs splayed across armrests. It smells like honeysuckle, at least in my memory. The chatter of Brazilian accents sounds like angels singing. I ask pointless questions, smile, nod, hit on Alessandra Ambrosio. I see Adriana and manage something lame about my dead recorder. She smiles and says, "You were so sweet! You kept talking to me." She touches my arm and I instinctively and unsubtly flex my bicep. Adriana Lima thinks I am the worst journalist ever. When the captain announces our descent into Burbank, I’m torn. I want just a few more minutes on this plane, but I’m not sure why, exactly. I ponder this during a quick and unceremonious post-flight photo op, after which the girls—my girls—are hurried into buses and driven away. I stand on the tarmac, lump in throat. Wish granted. Time to die. And was it even that great? Well, yes, it was fucking great. But also confusing. My eighth-grade wet dream became reality. The glossy, one-dimensional figures from my stash of semipornographic lingerie catalogs talked to me about hang gliding and disco dancing. Gisele Bündchen is a real person, and I found that terrifying. Victoria’s Secret models aren’t the forbidden fruit; they’re the plastic, decorative kind. You can’t taste them, and that’s enough to make your head explode—and to make you almost long for JetBlue. A personal TV is self-determination; this was self-prescribed blue balls. Should a man’s reach exceed his grasp? When it involves women who wear bras and panties for a living, probably not. |
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