Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Steve Phillips has a very, very bad day

ESPN loses another baseball analyst to scandal and infamy. DeadSpin is, of course, more all over this trend than anyone going. It's horndoggery and douchebaggery at ESPN, and Bristol? Bristol is the new soap opera capital of the world.

First Harold Reynolds, now Steve Phillips:
ESPN baseball analyst Steve Phillips admits having an affair with an assistant at the cable network who taunted his wife with phone calls and a letter graphically describing their relationship, the New York Post reported Wednesday.

After 22-year-old production assistant Brooke Hundley was dropped by Phillips, she made repeated phone calls to his wife, Marni, saying "We both can't have him," the newspaper reported, citing a Wilton, Conn., police report.

"I have extreme concerns about the health and safety of my kids and myself," Phillips said in a statement to police.

ESPN spokesman Josh Krulewitz said: "We were aware of this and have already taken appropriate action. We have no further comment."

The 46-year-old Phillips is a former general manager of the New York Mets. Phillips admitted having sex with a team employee, who sued for sexual harassment. That case was settled out of court.

In this latest incident, according to the cited police report, Phillips told police and his wife about the affair, which he said occurred this past summer. The newspaper also reported that Marni Phillips told police she had received "harassing phone calls and text messages" from a woman who claimed to have information about her husband.

Phillips is being sued for divorce by his wife, the mother of their four sons, the Post reported.

Marriages come and go, but mistresses are forever. You can't get rid of them. You can't wish them away. You just have to eat the sammich life puts in front of you when you tell a girl in her twenties how much you love her in order to get her to do things in that hotel room, sir.

Miss Hundley decided to destroy the man in print:

Brooke Hundley Letter -

The only thing left to do now is get a divorce and marry Miss Hundley and hope for the best, sir. It happened to me twice--twice I have had this done to me. Ex-wives three and four came to me just like this. The verbiage in the two letters each wrote to their predecessor, eh, perhaps a bit more literate. Perhaps a bit more about the excitement I brought to their lives and how I was destined for great things in the business world.

Whoops--I guess that ain't happening:
Let's start with Phillips and the Fatal Attraction. His jilted lover, Brooke Hundley, dropped by his house. Before she could boil a rabbit, Mrs. Phillips got home.

Hundley freaked out and backed her car into a stone column. She did manage to leave a letter on the door for Marni Phillips. It included the birthmark info, just to prove that Hundley's mistress credentials were legit.

She'd earlier contacted Phillips' 16-year-old son via computer. Hundley pretended to be a classmate, flirted with him and dropped hints that his parents' marriage was dying.

Hell hath no fury like a 22-year-old production assistant scorned.

"I have extreme concerns about the health and safety of my kids and myself," Phillip said in a police statement.

I'm always pleased when I see something scandalous come out of Bristol that doesn't have the words "Kenny Mayne" in them. Kenny, you're doing a great job. Ignore the haters. Everyone around you can keep doing stupid things and you'll be running things eventually. And, as always, I feel I have to say this. Remember, gentlemen--you don't have to keep it in your pants. If you do, you might avoid what poor Mr. Phillips is enduring today. But you can always nail the interns and the young girls who work around you--just don't whine about what happens to you.

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