ESPN analyst Steve Phillips has been suspended by that network, apparently for banging A 22-year-old production assistant back in July. Phillips, 46, tried to break off his affair with Brooke Hundley, who then harassed Phillips and his family until the former New York Mets GM filed a harassment thingy with police.
The New York Post compares the affair to that movie Fatal Attraction, but there’s one clear difference here, and that is that Glenn Close didn’t look like a supporting character in Where The Wild Things Are. Seriously, Steve? You’re throwing away your marriage on that?! Her? What, does she tell funny jokes or something? Hey, Brooke! Your mom called! She said “MOO!” Aww, that was mean.
Glenn Close? I could see that. Hell, I’d do Glenn Close now. Sure, she’s a bit brittle these days, but least she doesn’t look like she’d chew on the furniture. What’s that? You were looking for real analysis on this? Well, the New York Post and Deadspin are all over this. Go there. Oh, and it looks like Steve and his wife Marni are getting a divorce. I guess Steve’s earlier affair while he was with the Mets didn’t help that cause. But to be totally fair, the Mets screw everybody.
If you get a boner for well-designed things like I do, you’ll enjoy this creation from graphic designer Sean Englehart; it’s a graph chronicling the injuries and shortcomings of the Mets’ 2009 season. And I have to say that this is the best looking crappy season I’ve ever seen. I can only hope Sean creates additional graphics for some other teams [Nationals, s'il te plait?]. Failure has never looked so sexy. More of Sean’s work here. Thanks, Kerry.
Two weeks ago, Mets infielder David Wright caught a fastball with his head, giving him a concussion. Wright’s triumphant return to action last night was marred by the giant popcorn bowl that he decided to wear in lieu of the traditional batting helmet. Actually, it’s the new Rawlings S100 helmet, with the S presumably standing for “Stupidassed.”
It has an aerodynamic look, but it is slightly on the bulky side, and Wright admitted to some issues with the fit, particularly when running the bases. The helmet slipped down while he was running and flew off when he slid, prompting a suggestion that he add a chin strap.
“Those guys were laughing at me on the other side. Our guys were laughing at me. All the guys on the field were yelling at me, so everything’s back to normal I guess.” via, via.
Why stop at just a chinstrap? Why not put a face mask and one of those tinted eyeshields on there, too? Hey, don’t forget about the rest of the upper body. Get some shoulder pads on that guy! Hell, let’s just have him drive to the plate in an armored car and hang the bat out the window. Why is it when someone mutters the word “safety” that everyone flips out and abandons all common sense. The helmet is too big. Or maybe David Wright’s head is too small. If only there was something Wright could inject into his body to make his head a little bigger…
The Phillies’ Eric Bruntlett committed two errors in the bottom of the ninth inning of their game against the Mets over the weekend; I don’t care if one of them was scored a hit or not. But dude was probably angling all along to pull off the first unassisted walkoff triple play in over 80 years.
“I didn’t know how to react. I didn’t know what to do,” Bruntlett said. “The ninth inning was wild. The whole game it seemed was strange.”
Indeed, it was a stunning end to a crazy game that included an inside-the-park homer after the ball got stuck under the outfield wall. via.
It was the Mets’ Jeff Francoeur that bore the dubious distinction of hitting that last ball toward Bruntlett, who had made a great catch in the outfield earlier in the game that was overruled by the umpires, who then overturned the call after Francoeur argued about it. As Francoeur hit, the runners on first and second were running. Bruntlett caught the line drive, stepped on second, and then tug the baserunner coming from first. And then he probably had a refreshing beverage in the clubhouse, because it gets hot out there.
The New York Mets have been amazingly awful this year. Despite only being 4.5 games out of first, they’ve constantly invented new ways to lose each week. And tragically. The All-Star break couldn’t have come at a better time for these guys. Here’s a brief rundown of the games they’ve managed to piss away. Yes, this is only a sampling. From this season. Hey, you can’t upload a video to Youtube longer than ten minutes.
|NESW Sports, via Hot Clicks|
Lenny Dykstra filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection earlier this week. If you weren’t paying attention, Chapter 9 was titled Live Like An Extravagant Prick and Chapter 10 was Vehemently Shout Down Any Reports Of Your Demise. But that’s why I don’t read books that don’t involve mythological creatures working among humans in present-day North Carolina. From Reuters, who really get annoyed when you call them “Rooters” for some reason:
The 46-year-old has no more than $50,000 of assets and between $10 million and $50 million of liabilities, according to a petition filed Tuesday with the U.S. Bankruptcy Court in the Central District of California.
Dykstra’s filing comes in the wake of some 20 lawsuits he faces tied to his activities as a financial entrepreneur, including The Players Club, a glossy magazine he had helped launch, according to published reports.
We all knew this was coming, but for it to actually happen now is incredibly satisfying. Those of us that first read Kevin Coughlin’s GQ report about Dykstra’s business acumen, or lack thereof, couldn’t wait for it. It’s hard to imagine that anybody to whom he owes money will ever see it. But then again…they loaned money to Lenny Dykstra. For an upscale, low-margin business. I’d rather give my money to Ca$h Cow and have him take his chances at the craps table. He love the Come Line. But then, who doesn’t? Oh, you’re gonna have to roll for him. That’s just how he is.
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