For those unfamiliar with the concept of a food chain list, it basically works as follows—everyone is capable of eating those listed below them. Which is absolutely a euphemism, but sadly, a categorically false one.
(Also, so as not to appear too misogynistic, I’d like to float an idea by the ladies—how substantial your numbers might be, I’m not really sure—of Bleacher Report:
H.A.G.S. Which will represent husbands and...well, boyfriends...but let's just stick with HAGS b/c HABS sounds like the cute name a fat person might call the muscles in their stomach.
To do it, I need some assurances it’ll get more than 3 hits. Thus, girls—or guys in New York, Connecticut, Iowa, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Vermont or D.C.—if I find some comments supporting the idea in the bottom section, I’ll totally do that list. I’m an equal-opportunity objectifier.)
Okay, back to today’s subjects.
One note before we begin—Each entry has been labeled with its lady's respective credentials (i.e. who they dated), and their prognosis for the future ("Wife/Girlfriend" means they're already taken by an athlete, and probably for good, "Free Agent" means that not only are they single, but there's a good chance that their next partner will be an athlete, and "Retired" means just that—that they're not coming back.)
Okay, now we're ready to roll.
Gather yourselves, and then, I’d like to open this list with a dedication...