We no peep

You know us. We don't take moral stands. We'd paper this blog with porn ads, ankles over elbows, if it were of reasonably good taste and the checks cashed. So take heed when we say this.

We're not going to watch it.

You know what we're talking about, you pervs. The Erin Andrews peephole video that's been burning up the Internets, that's what. We've read time and again that it shows ESPN's princess of the sidelines in all her why-would-anybody-be-watching-me-through-my-hotel-room-peephole glory, but we're sitting this one out. And we don't sit many out.

If this had been a sex tape, that's one thing. If you're silly enough to make one of those things and think it's going to stay private, then we're certainly silly enough to watch you putting on a show.

But Ms. Andrews did not choose to make a vid, so we choose not to watch it. And we hope her dad or maybe a whole group of suitably brawny male relatives get hold of the peep creep. (But can we say here that the vigor with which some bloggers and posters have lept to her defense is almost a little creepy itself. There's a lot of that creepy going around this summer.)

Regardless of what happens from here, there will be some awkward moments when Ms. Andrews returns as part of a sports that ESPN broadcasts and people actually watch. "Now let's go down to the sideline, where Erin Andrews is going to tell us about a very special tight end ..." We, of course, will be spared that.

You can join us in abstaining if you wish on moral grounds, or you can do it because you're scared of the virus that is said to be attached to some versions of the file, and that brings us to another point: If we're ever featured in some sort of embarrassing video — say, committing unnatural acts with underage livestock at a West Virginia rest stop on or about ... but no need for that many details, we're just making up an example off the top of our heads, right? — we're going to say there's a virus attached to it. Fine strategy.