Number 100 is the best

Well, good lord. This is from Petey and Banana, and is apparently the sort of thing that married people do. I'll let you decide which
one came up with all the athletes and ESPN personalities and which one came up with the 19th century writers.

Dear Jeffy (sic),

Maxim Magazine released its hot 100 yesterday. Inexplicably, the misshapen Jessica Simpson topped the list. Some key members of the Mirer household got to debating Maxim's choice, hotness, and listmaking in general... one thing led to another, and here you have it.

The Scott 100 List

1. Scott Meltzer

2. Scottie Pippin

3. Sir Walter Scott

4. F. Scott Fitzgerald

5. Dred Scott

6. Scott Joplin

7. Coretta Scott King

8. Scott Baio

9. Scott Peterson

10. Randolph Scott

11. Mary, Queen of Scot(t)s

12. Kristin Scott Thomas

13. Francis Scott Key

14. Gil Scott-Heron, poet

15. James “Scotty” Reston, journalism legend

16. Scotty from Star Trek

17. Scott Bakula

18. Scott McClelland, white house press secretary

19. Scott Weiland, of Stone Temple Pilots

20. Scottsdale, Arizona

21. Scott Podsednik, outfielder for the Milwaukee Brewers

22. A.O. Scott, New York Times film critic

23. Stuart Scott, ESPN anchor

24. Byron Scott, former coach of the NJ Nets

25. Ridley Scott, director

26. Scott Wolf, actor

27. Scott Imberman

28. Hugh Scott, former senate majority leader

29. Dougray Scott, actor

30. Tony Scott, director

31. Robert Falcon Scott, polar explorer

32. Winfield Scott, American General

33. biscotti

34. Campbell Scott, actor

35. George C. Scott, actor

36. Scott Skiles, coach of the Chicago Bulls

37. Scott Thompson, formerly of “The Kids in the Hall”

38. Scott Adams, cartoonist behind “Dilbert”

39. Jerry Scott, cartoonist behind “Baby Blues”

40. Scott Boras, baseball super-agent

41. Matthew Scott, co-discoverer of the homeobox

42. Scott Hamilton, figure skater

43. Anne Prescott, Barnard Professor of English

44. Scottish Terriers

45. Scottish Wolfhounds

46. Prescott Bush, presidential grandfather

47. Orson Scott Card, author

48. Scott Rudin, producer

49. Scott Simon, NPR host

50. Scott Hatteberg, pickin’ machine

51. Seann William Scott, Stifler

52. Scott Stapp, frontman for the meta-christian rock band Creed

53. Willard Scott, former weatherman of the “Today Show”

54. Scott Rolen, Cardinals 3rd-baseman

55. Scott Koonin, of the CC alumni association

56. Scot(t)land Yard

57. Scott Summers, aka Cyclops

58. Scott Spezio of the Seattle Mariners

59. Scott Turow, author of legal thrillers

60. Scott Ritter, former UN weapons inspector

61. Anne Firor Scott, historian

62. Scott Mitchell, failed quarterback

63. Rev. James Scott, opponent of Laurence Sterne

64. Wainscotting

65. Scott O’Dell, author

66. The Scott Arboretum of Swarthmore College

67. Scott Hoch, golfer

68. John Morin Scott, 18th-Century New York lawyer

69. Samuel Scott, 18th-Century painter

70. Sarah Scott, 18th-Century novelist

71. Scott Ostler, columnist, San Francisco Chronicle

72. Scott Stevens, NJ Devils defenseman

73. Jill Scott, musician

74. Darnay Scott, receiver

75. Scot(t) Pollard, Pacers’ benchwarmer

76. David Scott, photographer

77. N. Scott Momaday, poet

78. Scottissue

79. Scott Rosenberg, noted sociopath

80. Scott Marsh, Sacramento radio personality

81. Scott Jones, design editor for the Hobbs News-Sun

82. Bob Scott, lacrosse coach

83. Dave Scott, six-time ironman champion

84. Doug Scott, mountain climber

85. Sir George Gilbert Scott, architect

86. Sas-Scott-tchewan, Canadian province

87. Captian Scott’s Electric Love Bunker (just google it, it’s real)

88. Scott Schoenweis, White Sox pitcher

89. Scott Howard Cooper, NBA writer, Sacramento Bee

90. Scott Walker, ESPN reporter

91. Dennis Scott, 3-point man

92. Alexander Scott, lyrist

93. Scott Wall, NBA official

94. scottare, the Italian verb for “to burn”

95. Florida Scott-Maxwell, playwright

96. Henry Scott Holland, Anglican priest and theologian

97. Scott Chan So-Da

98. Scott Free

99. Ray Scott, Hall-of-fame bass fisherman

100. Vince Vaughn

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