From the tabloid rag New York Post:

ESPN analyst Steve Phillips had a fling with a 22-year-old production assistant, who, after being dumped, taunted his wife with “Fatal Attraction”-like phone calls and a letter that bragged about her sexcapades with Phillips while taking pot shots at their “loveless marriage,” The Post has learned.

The former Met general manager, whose tenure with the team was rocked by admissions of infidelity, confessed to his wife and local cops that he had slept with ESPN assistant Brooke Hundley several times this past summer before dumping her.

First of all, what the fuck is it with ESPN employees?  You’ve got Harold Reynolds being fired for “inappropriate hugs,” and Sean Salisbury running around showing people pictures of his cock on his cell phone.  Now Steve Phillips has bitten off more than he can chew by banging some intern.

Didn’t we learn anything from the Steve McNair incident, Steve?  If you’re going to cheat, make sure the girl is somewhat sane.  Your marriage is over, but you should be thankful you weren’t part of a murder-suicide.  But that’s not the real story here.  Not even close.

Steve Phillips is a reasonably good-looking dude with a ridiculous tan and a prestigious job.  So why on Earth is he risking his home and money to sleep with the mutant above?  How ugly is your wife?  How bad can the sex be?  I thought Clinton banging Monica Lewinsky was slumming it, but I had no idea how bad it could get.  Jesus Christ, Steve.  I can think of at least 20 things I’d rather stick my penis in before that girl, including cheese graters and blenders.  Phillips was an atrocious GM and he is was an equally bad baseball analyst, so I shouldn’t be too shocked if he thought fucking one of the Mystics from the Dark Crystal was a good idea: