Oh man, that was a close one.  Brandon Flowers and LL Cool J were pretty much neck and neck for the entire week, and then somehow, LL managed to eke out a couple more votes to make him the victor.  But by a pretty tiny margin.  Sorry Brandon!  LL and his abs live to see another poll.

Today I’ve got another man of rock.  He began with some inconsequential group called Nirvana, and is currently the frontman for the Foo Fighters.  I loathe Nirvana and love the Foo Fighters, so go figure. 

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To paraphrase class factotum, no, there really wasn’t a contest.  The man who I will always call LL Cool J no matter what he may call himself, crushed David Arquette like a small, inconsequential twig.  I think possibly one person voted for Mr. Arquette, but I really do hope that he and Courteney can work it out.

Today I’ve got another musician, albeit one who is completely different in every way, from build to beats.  He’s the frontman for the indie-ish band The Killers, and my is he purty.

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That whoosh you are hearing?  That is Robert Downey Jr., ascending bodily up into the Celebrity Dad Hall of Fame.  Have fun, Robert!

So today marks the exciting part of CDF for me when I have to hunt down not one, but two celebrity dads I haven’t yet included.  I’m thinking soon, though, that I will have exhausted the list and will have to start somewhere close to the beginning, just with different dad combinations.  Or, maybe a series of Hall of Fame battles?  Who knows, it will probably depend on how much tea I’ve had to drink that day.

Our first contender is someone I’ve always considered to be way sex-ay, and it is truly a travesty that I have not featured him yet.  I was going to feature him with clothes, and then I thought, why would I deprive you ladies of the pleasure of this man without a shirt?  Only a vindictive harridan would do that, and I’m only vindictive every other Friday. Today is your lucky day!

The second contestant is one current recovering alcoholic with a more-famous estranged wife.

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There was no saving Ferris, unfortunately.  Danke schon to the 15% who voted for him, though.  Just pretend I put those two dots above the O there.

Robert Downey Jr. only needs to win one more, I think, before he finds himself in the Hall of Fame.  Hmmm, who shall I pit against him this time?

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Chris Martin fared not much better than Tobey Maguire, receiving only 9% of the vote.   Iron Man might just be unstoppable at this point.

Today I’ve got yet another 80′s throwback, although this actor found almost as much fame on the Broadway stage as in the movies.  And seriously, looking at his photos, I am positive that there is a decaying portrait somewhere in his attic.

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Goodness, Spider Man was no match for Iron Man!  Tobey Maguire was utterly trounced, with only 4% of the vote.  Ouch.

Today I’ve got a Brit who is married to this American actress chick.  She might have won an Oscar or something.  Oh yeah, and he sings stuff.

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Jeffrey Dean Morgan emerged victorious yet again, this time with a smackdown of Marky Mark.  Uh, Mark Wahlberg, that is.  My husband and I just got around to watching “Date Night” on the DVR, and one of the funniest lines of the movie was when Steve Carrell implored Mark Wahlberg to “please put on a f&$%ing shirt, already” as his character in the movie is constantly shirtless. 

Yeah, whenever I have a kid I fall, like, two years behind in movie watching.

Today’s challenger was at one point considered a washed-up, no-good, has-been who was his own worst enemy and whose career was never going to revive itself.  Well, guess who is laughing now?

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Despite the similar bone structure, Jeffrey Dean Morgan won out over the smoldering Javier Bardem with 65% of the vote.  Maybe it was Bardem’s turn as a tragically coiffed serial killer that turned you off, or maybe you are just suckers for a smile?

If it’s the latter, then our next contestant might be in trouble.  This dad first became famous because of his abs and the way his abs looked hovering above some tight white Calvin Klein briefs.  Since then, he’s come quite a long way.  Baby. 

Could. Not. Resist.

Have I mentoned Thursday nights usually find me in a semi-coma?

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