Thanks to their latest at-capacity club experience, Soho had some of the fresh faces of professional athletes (football and basketball) in the building Saturday night mingling with some of the movers and shakers of the city. When I tell you I saw some out of retirement freakum dresses Saturday night at Soho, understand that some of those ladies hadn’t worn outfits like that since they were trying to become Marshall Faulk’s baby mama who knows when . I’m talking exposed cheeks, the tightest of tube tops, and painted on acid wash like you’ve never seen before. Quite honestly, I couldn’t tell you who played what for whom among any of the strong necks and broad shoulders that were being flanked by freakum dresses. And with that in mind I want to give a slow clap to the muscle-bound and super tall regular brothers who came and blended in with the ballers so smoothly that that the groupies couldn’t tell the difference. How you explain your UPS uniform once you get her to the crib (or your Chevy Cobalt when she heads towards your car) is on you, but you deserve some props for pulling off your role as a player for the night. And the Soho team deserves a round of applause as well for the hotness and VIP patrons that came through to kick it.