Take a look at Greg Oden and you would guess he is in his mid-40s and has a grandbaby on the way.

Take a look at his name, and you might mistake it for Greg OLDen.

But take a look at his recreation and his audience, and you know right away: Yep, dude’s still a kid.

No, fuzzy nipples isn’t a drink, in this case. Same thing with a fuzzy navel, though Tiger Woods has one of those, too.

Woods is the cover boy of Vanity Fair’s February issue. The magazine’s celebrity photographer, Annie Leibovitz, has not confirmed when the shot of Woods was taken, but the magazine does state that the “raw, never before seen” photo shoot took place before the golfer’s fall from grace.

But we don’t really care when the photo was taken; we want to know how. You know the question that is burning in our mind: Did Tiger tap Leibovitz with his putter in order for her to get his permission for a shot like this?

From the Boise State/TCU game:

President Barack Obama, who is in Hawaii on a family vacation, had to quickly abruptly leave a game of golf with some friends from Chicago when he found out a friend’s child was injured while playing on the beach.

According to the Associated Press, Journalists saw an ambulance speed past the secured neighborhood where Obama was staying. The ambulance then left the neighborhood with a black sedan trailing.

But no worries, “After a brief delay, Obama returned to the course.”

If only Obama was as persistent about saving the country’s economy as he is about finishing a round of golf . . .

Nike has released a new video with the LeBron James and Kobe Bryant puppets just in time for Christmas. In this video, we learn three very important things that make it easier to live life, now that we know:

1. Reindeer play basketball

2. Reindeer, much like white men, can’t jump.

3. Santa Claus is black.

OJ Simpson must be really bored in prison. The food is probably bland, the walls are bare and damn it, ‘Who Dropped the Soap?’ isn’t as challenging as winning the Heisman was.

Or getting away with murder.

To brighten up his days in the slammer, Juice has reverted to working on a play and a TV sitcom inspired by prison life, according to the Chicago Sun Times. OJ, however, wouldn’t be able to take credit for his absurd piece of work.

Don’t look for O.J. to be selling his ideas to Broadway or a network. ”He can’t officially be the author of any of this, or else whatever money he’d make could be grabbed by the Brown family,” said my source, referring to relatives of Simpson’s murdered ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson. ”If anything comes of this, look for O.J.’s daughter Sydney Simpson to be the official author.”

But wait, aren’t sitcoms supposed to be funny? Yeah, we know. They’re not all funny. We’ve seen “Roseanne.”

How the hell can you make OJ’s life in prison funny through a TV show? This has got to be good.